intro
[Intro]
Look at him, the man himself
Such a fool he is
Good at making a salad? He can't even make a salad right
The fool he is, likes to keep different things separated?
Isn't the point of a salad to be together?
[Verse]
Why can't he understand, the point of a salad is mixing things together again?
Doesn't he get it, or is he a fool?
He thinks that he's god
But he's a nobody, he ain't foolin' nobody, he ain't foolin' me
He ain't foolin' nobody, he ain't foolin' me
He ain't foolin' me
I'm just saying, he's never gonna fool me
Never gonna reel me in
Never gonna sue me
Never gonna give me his salad
Because it is bad, not even a ballad
Not even balanced
Goodbye
*Wind followed by alien moans
*BOOM BOOM