I was shaking with laughter
Scared the bratty children
Did I destroy the ambiance
I'm sure for that hoity-toity patron It wasn't pretty when I looked into the face
Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
What's the, what's the, who's the prick We was hidden in the potted plants
I know and we was no obnoxious
But I could see, there in the sun room
The growing storm of disapproval It wasn't pretty when I looked into the face
Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
What's the, what's the, who's the prick