CHORUS:
(‘misnomers’)
mister blueballs
(knock knock!)
mister blust
(pop!)
mister no mas
(no more christmas…)
CHORUS:
hey mister wrong…
what’s mister right supposed to do?
when she excludes the two of you?
when she saves it all for me?
CHORUS:
mister blueballs
be honest (after all)
heaven knows it’s been awhile
it started with a smile
you were supposed to go out with a bang
you were supposed to EXPLODE!
(down the drain…)
OUTRO 1:
“battle of the bulge”
to bayberry or BUST!
(what went wrong with…)
mister blust
elastic bands
loamy loins
lengthening legs…
POP!
(goes the weasel)
abandoned plans
ampersands
averted gaze…
loamy loins…
loamy loins…
OUTRO 2:
what went wrong with mister right?
as he wobbles outta sight
when he’s got no mas to prove…
he uses us for nutrients
uses us for food
will he use us all for…
accuses us…
abuses us…
accuses us…
excuses us…
(no excuses)
will he try to kill my mood?
mister natural disaster
you’ve forgotten what you’re after
see’em come to fruition
think of what you’ll be missing…
(bury subliminal backing vox)
no bearing…
expose themselves to you…
now they hang their heads in shame…
why that’s the name of the game…
marching in the wrong parade…
don’t you dare…