Oh, Dotti fails to see, that the nets have been flung,
And Dotti opposes all creation, though the constable is waiting in his car.
Oh, the husband shifts his shambles
And reels against the generations that made them what they are.
And Richard is lame, he drags, he stumbles,
He orates to the ingrates as the earth creaks and rumbles.
Oh, Richard, your son has dipped into the ground.
Oh, and the orioles have chirped,
"You shall creak, you shall grumble,
And cascade into the darkness
Where your pale cracks and crumbles.
Dictionaries gonna define your crime."
Oh, Richard, you're lost 'cause you could never populate
From the depths of the hose that you scorn.
Oh, Dotti is calm, it's a shame that we should fight.
The orphans try to break the constable's face and...
And Richard is lame, he drags, he stumbles,
He orates to the ingrates as the earth creaks and rumbles.
Your sons have dipped into the ground.
Oh, and the orioles have chirped,
" You shall creak, you shall grumble,
And cascade into the darkness
Where your pale creaks and crumbles.
Dictionaries gonna, gonna, gonna define your crime."
Oh, Dotti fails to see, that the ne-ne-ne-nets have been flung.
And Dotti opposes all creation, though the constable is waiting in his car.
And the husband shifts his shambles and rails against the generation
That m-m-made them what they are. ...
And Dotti opposes all creation, though the constable is waiting in his car.
Oh, the husband shifts his shambles
And reels against the generations that made them what they are.
And Richard is lame, he drags, he stumbles,
He orates to the ingrates as the earth creaks and rumbles.
Oh, Richard, your son has dipped into the ground.
Oh, and the orioles have chirped,
"You shall creak, you shall grumble,
And cascade into the darkness
Where your pale cracks and crumbles.
Dictionaries gonna define your crime."
Oh, Richard, you're lost 'cause you could never populate
From the depths of the hose that you scorn.
Oh, Dotti is calm, it's a shame that we should fight.
The orphans try to break the constable's face and...
And Richard is lame, he drags, he stumbles,
He orates to the ingrates as the earth creaks and rumbles.
Your sons have dipped into the ground.
Oh, and the orioles have chirped,
" You shall creak, you shall grumble,
And cascade into the darkness
Where your pale creaks and crumbles.
Dictionaries gonna, gonna, gonna define your crime."
Oh, Dotti fails to see, that the ne-ne-ne-nets have been flung.
And Dotti opposes all creation, though the constable is waiting in his car.
And the husband shifts his shambles and rails against the generation
That m-m-made them what they are. ...