It’s one thing to rip off Matt Groening and concede in the act that you’ve run out of ideas. But it’s another to write this:
Honey got a booty like pow, pow, pow
Honey got some boobies like wow, oh wow
Girl you know I’m loving your, loving your style
Check, check, check, check, check, checking you out like,
Ooh (oooh) she got it allll
Sexy from her head to the toes
And I want it all, it all, it all
I’m really depressed now. Why fucking bother writing lyrics? The answer is simple.
1. Sniff glue.
2. Smash head against wall.