Electronic Wuss

It seems like a silly choice
For a grown man to use this voice
The Postal Service did it first
I sound like them but 10 times worse
A cloud pooped out a rainbow turd
I’m just singing random words
I make songs with bleeps and bloops
I sometimes write with apple loops
Electronic wuss
Electronic wuss
I sound like a total puss
The oceans constellations make me cry
Swimming in a lemon creek
Tadpoles tickle my butt cheeks
A bearded nun flies through the sky
I wrote this song when I was high
I make love to birds and bees
And masturbate to redwood trees
A dragon’s balls will drop today
A centaur screams Hip Hip Hooray!
Electronic wuss
Electronic wuss
Let’s all smoke some purple kush
Prepubescent girls think I’m so deep
My sitting posture is really bad
Holy crap, here comes my dad
Your mother and I are trying to get some sleep
I asked the strongman in the sky
Why do donuts have to die?
I had a dream the other night
That Elmo and I got in a fight
I couldn’t make my punches land
I noticed I had lobster hands
Then a snake wearing a vest
Said, did you study for the test?
What test?
I woke up and I wrote this tune
It’s going to get me tons of poon
Come ride with me in my sensitive balloons
Turn that goddemned Casio off and go to bed!