Lyrics

I've gotten Oklahoma stuck in my teeth All anchor-tight, the exorcist cannot reach I'll count to twenty if you promise to pull Tighter and tighter 'til the rope's at its full And oh my, my, my nerd went thataway And oh your, your, your nerd went thataway But if the sun went cold, you could be consoled If the sun went cold, who could be? You could be The sun goes cold, yes you could be consoled Just to see my little racecar, racecar go Thomas says to Jimmy "She's a whore and a liar, whore and a liar, whore and a liar" Says he wouldn't piss on her if she was on fire She was on fire, she was on firе I'm gonna take you up to popsicle hill I'll tie you up and ticklе you 'til you tell The combinations of a safe way to feel My bradykinin's not my Achilles' Heel But oh my, my, my nerd went thataway And oh your, your, your nerd went thataway But if the sun went cold, you could be consoled If the sun goes cold, who could be? You could be The sun goes cold, yes you could be consoled Just to see my little racecar, racecar go Timmy B. Pietra says she used to be nice Not anymore, not anymore Says the vocal remedy was count to four twice One two three four, one two three four