I really wish I knew. But these lyrics are ever so awful. If I sing this, I'll sound like a jerk. Brains undergo atrophy, My brain more than most. I will put these words on paper, Write the verses down, and then, I will tear them up and try again.
Brains undergo atrophy, Pickled in more than beer.
So no one else can hear. I will put these words on paper, Write the verses, one by one. They will line the bird cage when I'm done. If you gave a million PowerBooks To a million or so slow lorises They just might write the songs of Fred Small And sing along on the choruses. Monkeys from everywhere gathered, Together a song they'd write.