Lyrics:

I leave you with an article from the paper
That I belive it will lighten the low that I dummped on you this evening
I think, when your thinking about all these problem
I can't sing I can't dance, but boy I can read
And this is as good as it gets
The first sentence
It trurly is the greatests peice of journalism ever written anywhere
Anytime, and i'm garateeing that
A woman almost bit of her husbend peinse
As he was preparing pancakes for breakfast

We are all feeling a little better now arnt we
Could the picture be any clearer

The young man wakes up
The youn woman still sleeping

Sob I never do shit around here
I'm gonna change that
She deseves better than what I do
I'm gonna go make her pancakes