“pops” (lyrics)

(alone in a wicked room)
(therein lies a witch’s broom)

spit up in a papercup…

and sleep it all right off
and sweep it under the rug

(alone in a wicked room)
(therein lies a witch’s broom)

(SOLO:)

(E E E E E D B D E)

alone in my wicked room
i conjured up a bitch’s brew

so snap and crackle…mom and pop…
(sold it to your local barbershop)

(behold your beholden)

(3 strikes and you’re out of luck)

what’s in store for “dear old dad”?
spitting out my silver spoon

“i have a life!”
“you have no friends!”
“you’re sick!”
“you’re poor!”

so i’m gonna the…

(the bleecker the better)
(the beast and the weather)
(clever newslady)

no way buy me sure
i’ll need change)

*SCRAPS*