© Is For Stupid [ABCs Re-Mix By DJ Dr. J Land]

Lyrics

Why don't you kick some shit about the kids, man? Tinky-Winky The fucking kids Little boys and girls, they all love me Laa-Laa Come sit on the lap of I-C-E And let me tell you a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Tinky-Winky (Tinky-Winky) Dipsy (Dipsy) Laa-Laa (Laa-Laa) Po (Po) C is— Okay, you'd better listen to me good 'cause this is the A-B-C's of anarchism C is— C is— C is— C is— C is for cookie, that's good enough for me (Conclusion?) Guess what? What? Guess what? What? Anarchism C is for cookie, that's good enough for me (Conclusion?) Anarchism (What?) Anarchism (What?) C is for cookie, that's good enough for me (Conclusion? Nah) Guess what? What? Copyright infringement in the kitchen Copyright infringement by the new refrigerator Copyright infringеment right over by my club soda bottle (Anarchism) So tеll me what you want, what you really, really want I'll tell you what I want Copyright infringement inside the club soda bottle Back out again I'm back, what else? Guess what? What? I'm recording now, I'm going to set the phone down and just start doing it Doing it, doing it, doing it Can you hear me now? Yes, sir Okay, now, so when you, in order that I can play this back, I have to pick up the phone because the cassette deck is the amplifier that I'm sending the phone on, so, bear with me Hey-ho So, um, when you're recording, you can't hear me? (Conclusion?) I'm recording now, it's when I transition from recording to play that I have to pick up the mic Wrong, wrong, dog gone it Alright, I'm just going to be recording now Conclusion? I don't think so, very much (Wrong) Damn, I hear the roto-tiller Right, I'm hearing the roto-tiller live (Wrong) That's my roto-tiller Do you hear it on the phone? No It's kind of a humming sound Don't get up, don't open the window Don't get up, don't open the window Don't get up, don't open the window (Wrong) Get up, don't open the window Don't get up Don't get up Don't get up Don't get up (Wrong) Don't get up, don't open the window, don't do anything I don't want— (Would they prefer anarchy?) I don't want you to open the window Oh my God It's not, it's not the roto-tiller, it's— They're glaring at me It's not the roto-tiller— They want me dead (Got it?) It's a blower It's, it's an electric blower Alright, now it comes out (Wrong) Can I do it now? Can I do it now? Alright Would they prefer anarchy? Conclusion? Cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C I'm over by the microwave oven now