I am a lonely old poop
With nothing to do,
I like peanut butter
I like pasta
I like classic TV shows;
So that\'s how lonely I am
Me and my saggy old boobs
Defying gravity as we speak,
I am a lonely old poop
Yes I am.
That green apple
In the middle of the street
Has more stories to tell
Than I,
For it has more friends than I;
I am a lonely old poop
With no friends
I am a lonelier poop than I,
Oh how does the green apple compare
To a lonelier poop than I?
Dangerous are the lies that keep us safe
If there was rain in the desert, I wouldn\'t know
For outstanding circumstances keep me here
For I am only golden when you need me
The morning bell is out of time
And the angels are screaming
When will all this end? I wonder
For love is a serious case...
Oh what a lonely old poop I am
Dancing in the fire alone.
There is a mystery upstairs
And my bra is wailing!
Oh you lonely old woman, do you knock?
Oh this is mildly tragic,
I am a stranger in my own house!
Oh I am a lonely old poop
Looking for a shoe
And giving these socks some havoc...
I wonder if my rose is fair
For I am not.
And mildly tragic
Are these feelings that I have
I shall die on the bed all alone
How pretty is the rose
That is fair to these tears?
For these tears I cry
Are mildly unfair,
How pretty is the rose
That wets the bed
With these tears?
I am a lonely old poop.