Imagine if gourdhead tried writing something like "Alice's Restaurant."
eighteen minutes of "not trying to be a creep" and "suck me my penis."
Of course he could be the next
George Thorogood
Want to tell you a story
About the gourd-head plights
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job at Walmart
She said that don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent
And out the door I went
So I goes to Javai
I said you let me slide (into your DMs)?
I'll have the hooker cash for you in a month
Next I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know people
I notice when I come to my rental shoebox in the evening
She ain't got nothing to say to me
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy...