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