Houston We Have A Problem

Lyrics
Better get the Xanax 'Cause I think I'm in a panic And my brain is really getting fried The kids are getting dumber And it's really not a stunner 'Cause the evidence supports my finds I mention German measles 'Cause my buddy's name is Weasel And the only word I found to rhyme But lately I've been thinking That this ain't my line of business And I'm just about to lose my mind I gotta tell you that the level of discourse Was pretty bad to start with, and it's getting worse Par for the course Houston, we have a problem And we're running out of time Houston, we have a problem The kids are all out of their minds Houston, we have a problem And we're running out of time Houston, we have a problem The kids are all out of their minds [Guitar lead] I wanna tend my garden While my girlfriend wears Eve Arden And she bitches that we got no dough Phillip's drinking whiskey With a stripper he got frisky Picked her up and fell and broke his toe My nerves are really shot, and I've become unmanned And I see I'm going pale beneath my tan Where's my Ativan? Houston, we have a problem And we're running out of time Houston, we have a problem The kids are all out of their minds Houston, we have a problem And we're running out of time Houston, we have a problem The kids are all out of their minds The kids are all out of their minds They're all out of their minds
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Credits
- Writers
- Joe Queer