A couple of lines borrowed from the film "My Favorite Year" [verse 1] I got a tank on my right flank Cuz me and Hank tried to rob a bank And I gotta spank my boyfriend Frank With a wooden plank cuz his breath stank I’m on the run cuz I fired a gun Starin’ at my son starin’ at the sun And I weigh a ton cuz I eat a bun à la cinnamun every day for fun [chorus] I’m makin’ a song and it ain’t goin’ wrong And it’s gonna be long just like-a my schlong I’m fuckin’ some hoes cuz everyone knows That Frank had to goes cuz he wore ugly clothes [verse 2] I joined a band we called The Right Hand Our music is bland like books by Ayn Rand I’ll make somethin’ grand like a castle of sand I don’t understand why chili is canned I go for a walk to the portside dock By the warehouse block then i check my clock There’s a pointy rock like the ears of Spock And the birds all squawk fuck Alfred Hitchcock [chorus] I’m makin’ a song and it ain’t goin’ wrong And it’s gonna be long just like-a my schlong I’m fuckin’ some hoes cuz everyone knows That Frank had to goes cuz he wore ugly clothes [bridge] This is goin’ to be great just like 1998 You can hear my flow cuz I got the mojo I’m like Austin Powers or like Wayland Flowers I’m a gay puppeteer and it’s my favorite year [shouting] Look, there’s the door! Come on! Let’s go give it a try! [verse 3] I’m lookin’ forward to bed cuz I’m practically dead I bought a car that’s red from Frank’s brother Fred I just banged my head cleaning my tool shed Time to watch Mr. Ed, Rosebud was his sled I got sensitive skin. when I shave I cut my chin I play the mandolin, I’ve worked with Jeff Lynne I’m tryin’ to get thin, I’m always drinkin’ gin It’s too much fun to sin, hit it like Tony Gwynn [verse 4] It’s been a long night and I feel like shite Frank’s booty was tight but we always fight I got more song to write while I drink some Sprite I’ll tell you outright that I’m actually white When I’m not sickly green and look like Palpatine But I can rap pristine inside a frozen scene So transplant my spleen while I read a magazine I can be real mean like the Goth Girl of Aberdeen [chorus] I’m makin’ a song and it ain’t goin’ wrong And it’s gonna be long just like-a my schlong I’m fuckin’ some hoes cuz everyone knows That Frank had to goes cuz he wore ugly clothes [outro] Don't tell me this is you life size! I can’t use you life size! I need Alan Swanns as big as I can get them!