classy plastic lumber

buh duh buh buh buh, bud duh buh buh buh buh buh buh buh, you go right through me, i go right through but i'm about to, go on reminding you i am about to see you through it, buh duh buh buh buh, bud duh buh buh buh buh duh buh buh, buh duh buh buh buh, your mouth not mind is open wide, you don't have a clue, i i am a reminder, you've got a voice so talk to yourself, lift the bad weight off your mullet, and let the thoughts fall off your tongue, cause i'm callin' callin' callin', i've never written to anyone, so this is about ugly lovers, and this is about pretty songs, cause i'm a bastard bastard bastard, in my lipstick i'm so much fun, connect your wood feet to a motor, and the chrome dance trophy is won, a little classy plastic lumber, i'm embarassed but i ain't that stunned, looks like the humans' days are numbered, that's a sitcom that was number one, cause we're a past tense late rate, i must've thouroughly convinced us not to mess this place up,