I see you and your bowl cut hair
When you walk by you just stare
You can't figure out why I'm so ugly
But to see you grossed out makes me so happy
f**ing R.A.! f**ing R.A.! glad I'm not like you
f**ing R.A.! f**ing R.A.! I hate your hiking books
f**ing R.A.! f**ing R.A.! I'll shave that goatee
f**ing R.A.! f**ing R.A.! glad yer not like me
You look at me like I'm a psycho
Well, f** you and your motorcycle
You wrote me up for riding my skateboard
Don't worry a**hole, you'll get yers
f**ing R.A.! f**ing R.A.! glad I'm not like you
f**ing R.A.! f**ing R.A.! I hate your hiking books
f**ing R.A.! f**ing R.A.! I'll shave that goatee
f**ing R.A.! f**ing R.A.! glad yer not like me