There’s this left legged bud I know who keeps taggin’ and draggin’ along
A shovel always in his hand
He always waits around too long
Famous for his lack of finesse – Imposing all the time
His ideas suck an’ his jokes ain’t funny – He ain’t no pal o’ mine
Ya better go away
Yes, go away
It’s funny cuz he knows it’s true
He’ll admit it to ya once
He don’t care that you don’t care
You’ll see him forty times a month
Ya better go away

Hardly askin’ for his time – my body language is clear
Don’t go cryin’ to yer mama, go grow another ear
He’s like a villain in comic books
A sook without any milk
Laughing before the punch line
Strenuously sewing silk
Ya better go away
Yes, go away

Watch out for a sale
It’ll only last half an’ hour
Save as much money as you can
‘Tis the season to be sour
Go away
Yes, I’m annoyed
Mama, I’m annoyed

Go away – I’m annoyed
Ya better go away!

 

You can’t sweep me under the rug
I’m not a crumb from your cracker
Even if you tried
You couldn’t make this coffee blacker
I’ll try not to mention how much it hurt
I can see where you’re comin’ from
You’re the mop – I’m the dirt

Now, go bravely into studies
With your dust pan in hand
I’ll just be on stage
Performing with my band
I won’t be standing anywhere
Waving any flags
I’ll be off in the distance in an instant
Adorned in plastic bags, rags, mags gagged

Shoe laces, duct tape
Magnetic tennis balls
Are now the clothes that I wear
Cuz I can’t stand to crawl
Well, chew me up and spit me out
Baby, lock me in a stall
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m bouncin’ off the walls

So, please refrain from lying to me
An’ sayin’ that you care
It’s minus thirty-five out there
An’ I’m at your door in my underwear
With goosebumps you’re changing
From an apple to a pear
Yeah, I can see where you’re comin’ from
You’re a bi-polar bear

Oh, how often do you confuse conversations with pipe bombs
Actually, it’s not contracted that a hero has to right wrongs
Reality, I know, can feel just like a cartoon
I’m a stoned raccoon sittin’ under the moon

Well, who accepts a rain-check on compassion and attraction
Some sorry stiff soul standin’ somewhere distracted
You can try to recover, lover
Save it for you blog
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m the prince you’re the frog
You can try to recover, lover
Save it for you blog
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m the prince you’re the frog

Boom Boom
Boom Boom
He was chased from th’ promise land

Boom Boom was doom doomed
when they made him change his name
They gave Boom Boom is own cartoon
just to come in and take it all away

Boom Boom
Ol’ Boom Boom
Proved himself to the entire world
He was banished –  yeah, banished
But he swore everyday that he would work

This is a story
A real life telling
of a man that they call Boom Boom
He found his way home
just to be boned
But that’s hardly the end of his tale

Boom Boom started something
At first everybody laughed
But now they’re all comin’ ’round for his advice
He saw the future
It was so clear
Just go out and do everything yourself

Boom Boom is now a tycoon
In his studio apartment
Boom Boom can work any sized room, room
He’s a journeyman that saves all his dollars and his cents

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