I look around the room
And it's faces that I see
Faces from 1993
Or maybe 1995
But I don't think the year matters at all
I've got a fake mustache on and
I'm ready to go
I've got on a buree with a feather on the side
That's right
Index cards in my hand
And I'm ready to give a speech
Giving a speech at the biography breakfast
I'm Colonel Vandacamp
Yeah you betcha
To my right is an Abraham Lincoln
He's talking 'bout slavery or something like that
There's trouble in the corner
My buddy's costume is falling apart
Piece by piece his costume falls off
Mustache first hat second
Followed by his belt and pants
My mentor rushes over
Piece by piece the breakfast falls apart
And my mentor gets pissed
All over again
Bio
Bio
Bio
Bio
Break
Break
Break
Break