Lyrics

[Chorus] I got a lot, I got a lot of pockets And in my pockets I got a lot of objects Anything you want I bet I probably got it 'Cause I got an awful lot in my pockets I got a lot, I got a lot of pockets And in my pockets I got a lot of objects Maybe I'm a hoarder or whatever you call it But yeah, I got a lot of stuff in my pockets [Verse 1] What I'm always telling you? PKW Phone, keys, wallet, Ilana, PKW I'm running through an inventory of my pockets Phone, keys, wallet, wallet, keys, phone, wallet – got it Check them off the list and see what we missed Got a cool mint spritzer in a Listerine Mist Next to a Chapstick, flavor: original Four black rubber gloves, I ain't even kidding, y'all I got a handkerchief and half a pack of Chiclets A gold adapter and some old raffle tickets Eleven ultra lights left in a pack A fresh Bic lighter (What color is it?) black, duh A paperclip, a Duane Reade receipt Apple earbuds and a couple of beats A fine point roller ball, a notebook too In which I wrote these lyrics and drew pictures of dicks [Chorus] I got a lot, I got a lot of pockets And in my pockets I got a lot of objects Anything you want I bet I probably got it 'Cause I got an awful lot in my pockets I got a lot, I got a lot of pockets And in my pockets I got a lot of objects Maybe I'm a hoarder or whatever you call it But yeah, I got a lot of stuff in my pockets [Verse 2] And if it gets intense, I got a leather collar I got fifty cents and forty-seven dollars A lucky talisman, a foot from a rabbit, son Half a dozen bullets though I never really had a gun A cookie fortune with a sick prediction Sixty doses each of my six prescriptions A macaroni poster that a little kid made A switchblade comb, also got a switchblade A broken bracelet that states I'm living fabulous A room key card from the Hyatt Minneapolis I have a hammer, I got a power sander And a mint condition '82 Cobra Commander I got power chargers and batteries for days Talking 9 volts, D-cells, triple double A's An inaccurate schematic for a nuclear bomb And an autographed photograph of me and your mom [Chorus] I got a lot, I got a lot of pockets And in my pockets I got a lot of objects Anything you want I bet I probably got it 'Cause I got an awful lot in my pockets I got a lot, I got a lot of pockets And in my pockets I got a lot of objects Maybe I'm a hoarder or whatever you call it But yeah, I got a lot of stuff in my pockets [Verse 3] I got some coasters and coke mirrors and frisbees And every CD every local band ever gives me I got a sailboat, it's got a missing rudder Got a loaf of bread, container of milk, a stick of butter An untouched 35mm print of Star Wars A peanut butter cup, a couple of car doors From a DeLorean, a portrait of Dorian I got a bunch of live goddamn scorpions I got a mannequin and a jack-o-lantern A bottle of pinot and a glass decanter I got bedbugs, a slug bug and a pair of pliers I got earplugs, a butt plug, I'm wearing a wire A full set of horseshoes and a pony bridle An ice sculpture of a moose on a motorcycle The Mona Lisa crafted in ceramic beads Got a pepperoni pizza and a bag of weed