Choke On a Cock

i did no ask for alot this year,
every single day looking for an answer to thw words you say,
never got to meet the president,
never got to shake his squwirly hand,
oh don’t you know the president is out for tea with tony blair?
he won’t be back for hours maybe homeboy…
i’d be so hppy if i got to meet george bush,
he’s like an angel when rebecca hears me calling,
i would dance on nbc and say «george bush shook hands with me»,
and then i’d go and choke on a cock…
and gwenovier would find me leaving home,
and johnny depp would call me on the phone,
and johnny depp would call me on the phone i know,
i’d be the greastest singer on the radio…
leaning on the raging river flats,
sliding on a single blade of grass,
oh don’t you know the ada is pushing tea with johnny day,
they won’t be smashing flowers maybe no more,
i’d be so happy if i bet it all on you,
and never answer when rebecca asked me questions,
i’d lay down to some degree,
and say «john sterr locked lips with me»,
and then i go and choke,
and then i go and choke,
and then i go and choke on a cock…