Yellow Raspberry کے بول

No one will eat him A yellow raspberry Perched on top of the thorn bush Up high and ugly, up high and weird This minute, twenty years ago Your hair looked just as bad Talking nonstop to a little rubber pixie What has changed as you tell your doll hello? More indignant, less recognizable You became a bag lady's son Beating off nonstop to the escort pages What has changed as you tell your cross hello? You left with some money More self-righteous, less hopeful Up high and ugly, up high and eugh! This minute, twenty seconds ago Your face looks just as dumb Singing nonsense to your voicemail What has changed as you tell your cactus hello? More fixated, less relief You became a faggot dressed like a bunny Beating off nonstop to the escort pages What has changed as you tell the mirror hello?