I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest, I had to put my clothes on cause it made me depressed.
I got that idea from being in India. I always like the chanting.
Plastic man got no brain, plastic man don't feel no pain.
Why bear malice? Just let it go. So what of pride? It will swallow you whole.
Underneath that rude exterior, you've got a heart of gold.
Put all the pervs in jail, bring back the birch and cat-o-nine tails.