Story

Story.



i’ll tell you what really happened.
i woke up, wiping crap from my face,
opened the bathroom door with my toothbrush,
stepped out into a marshmallow hail.

let me wipe the sprog from my face.
it’s a good story. listen:
“stepping out into the marshmallow hail
i went to cut the thistle with a chainsaw…

no, it’s a good story. listen,
can’t you see i’m tryna talk?
“i went to cut the thistle with a chainsaw
and then i threw the magic beans…

can’t you see i’m tryna talk?
god! it’s such a mess!
and then i threw the magic beans
into the howling night of britney’s thighs;

oops! sorry about the mess!
pushing on regardless, i had to get out
into the howling night of britney’s thighs...
fuck! can't you see i'm talking?

i'll push on anyway. i had to get out,
back to the marshmallow. what i meant was…
oi! look at me when i’m talking!
it was hard to cut down. it was a magic thistle.

back to the marshmallow. what i meant was,
well, it kinda looked like marshmallow,
it was hard to cut down. it was a magic thistle...
i seem to be stuck in the bathroom.

i mean it kinda looked like marshmallow.
my fairy godmother never came,
she's stuck in the bloody bathroom.
sorry. had to get out. let’s start again.

my fairy godmother never came;
she said she had a magic toothbrush.
sorry. i had to get out. can we start again?
i wanna tell ya what really happened.