Banned from the bar and barred from the club Then clubbed by the cops for copping some drugs Then drug down the street by his self-abuse A candy-man hanging from a self-tied noose -ance in public with panties and bra, he's Not like the Beaver of Harriet and Ozzys He's the bastard son of the Colonel Kurtz Lucille Ball-buster, crystal m-Ethel Mertz I wasn't born this way, I was raised Not by wolves but by Jews I was guilted and hazed A middle class clown waging lower class war A Beverly hillbilly peeled off the floor The erratic irreverent reverend that wreaks Havoc and wreckage whenever he speaks I'm not the first, I'm your last second shot A film about grave robbing without a plot Throwing a party? I'll darby crash it My Captain Sensibilities tells me to smash it up I am the shit smeared in your pillowcase I'm not the texting, I'm the upper case Ranting and cursing, he sings in the third person and then I'll catch myself and start singing about me again Because of your harelip I shaved your mustache Your Donner party has just been darby crashed I'm anti-Christ, the unoriginal sin The ten months of relevant Johnny Rotten I am the victim in victimless crimes Painting the town red between the lines Losing is delightful when you always win That's why I push my chips GG Allin