Hey, My DAD's Name Is Buzz

You probably wouldn't mind it half as much
If you thought you could get it off you
Half the reason that it itches so much
Is so you'll help it make more things that itch

Barbie knows she has a limited shelf life
That's exactly why she hates you so much
Trying to get you to eat more fresh fruit
Only helps to wear out her features and furniture

I'd advise that you don't open that door
Something dead decays in there
Keep your mouth shut, I've been meaning to throw it out
I'm just waiting for the courage to go in there

You sold you soul for a golf shirt
With a logo embroidered on the left breast
Does the dais of corpses you stand on
Substitute the respect and affection

But I doubt it could hang on as well if
It didn't have teeth sunk into your neck
And as the poison eats through your insides
We just shrug and say you need your rest