A quaint upfront rebuttal for a rugged muddled chap
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
"Hard on the face" hollers a squirming, postured slob
"You're the reason for my lesion and the bump on my log"
He walked to St. Jude's to disperse his bag of quarters
Viewed as a hoodlum crook, state militia gets ordered
Would you beg to differ if he was on your stoop?
Could you bother lending a spoonful of your ramen noodle soup?
A quaint upfront rebuttal for a rugged muddled chap
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
He used to look down upon the ones that weren't the best
Until he realized he was a mess
Who once were outcasts he knew and neglected
He then sympathized with and their reality he dissected
He understood his alienation was a cause of the public's reception
They all think he's some sort of living infection
A quaint upfront rebuttal for a rugged muddled chap
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
He walks, jumps, hops, and leaps out of the public's reach
Yet they still call him a freak.
A quaint upfront rebuttal for a rugged muddled chap
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
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A quaint upfront rebuttal for a rugged muddled chap
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
"Hard on the face" hollers a squirming, postured slob
"You're the reason for my lesion and the bump on my log"
He walked to St. Jude's to disperse his bag of quarters
Viewed as a hoodlum crook, state militia gets ordered
Would you beg to differ if he was on your stoop?
Could you bother lending a spoonful of your ramen noodle soup?
A quaint upfront rebuttal for a rugged muddled chap
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
He used to look down upon the ones that weren't the best
Until he realized he was a mess
Who once were outcasts he knew and neglected
He then sympathized with and their reality he dissected
He understood his alienation was a cause of the public's reception
They all think he's some sort of living infection
A quaint upfront rebuttal for a rugged muddled chap
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
He walks, jumps, hops, and leaps out of the public's reach
Yet they still call him a freak.
A quaint upfront rebuttal for a rugged muddled chap
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
"Hard on the face" hollers a squirming, postured slob
"You're the reason for my lesion and the bump on my log"
He walked to St. Jude's to disperse his bag of quarters
Viewed as a hoodlum crook, state militia gets ordered
Would you beg to differ if he was on your stoop?
Could you bother lending a spoonful of your ramen noodle soup?
A quaint upfront rebuttal for a rugged muddled chap
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
He used to look down upon the ones that weren't the best
Until he realized he was a mess
Who once were outcasts he knew and neglected
He then sympathized with and their reality he dissected
He understood his alienation was a cause of the public's reception
They all think he's some sort of living infection
A quaint upfront rebuttal for a rugged muddled chap
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
He walks, jumps, hops, and leaps out of the public's reach
Yet they still call him a freak.
A quaint upfront rebuttal for a rugged muddled chap
A saint of a jaded fellow, but confidence he lacks
Writer: Aristotle Galanos
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