Keeping up with the motherfuckers

Lyrics

La-La-Lounge spit C-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-confirmed birth I read more shakes than cereals these days Aha (And now Brooke Shields is calling him from 1982) "I prefer a pub lunch" says the poet's mistress You must fear her hate speech, for she was once a pronoun And now she chooses dresses, by asking them such questions That they could not conceive of, on account of being dresses Tony, when I say "freeway" do you think of the place or the idea? You see, over here in Great Britain we have highways (Tony, you do understand when we say tomorrow never comes) They are different (that that is not literally true?) They have dimensions "I impress the neighbours" says nobody with interests If you have a garage, it should not have any cars in it Back when animated meant it took some effort Not just some cunt on Snapchat Although I've never actually used that