Friends, don't have them, don't need them, sure as hell don't wanna watch them
Why go out for milk when you've got a cow at home
Why is it that Elvis is dead and I'm the one in hell
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
