Oh...No... Luke... Won't... Grow... Up.

Not sporty, pitied mirth, hey.
He's arty farty in an out-of earth way.
Wants to flip a Harley bike on the freeway.
And you know we won't give a fuck if he dies this way.

A hiney full of mud, chewing on some cud.
Runny ass cheeks leaking pus, diarrhoea, and some blood.
Haven't affirmed his sex, though his species may be bug.
So calm and giving he's not. I think he should be shot.
A hiney full of mud, spewing forth brown muck.
Constantly is mocked and scorned cuz he simply won't shut up.
He likes to have insects. (Not incest? Man, I am shocked!)
So come on, give him a dog. (A wolf if we're in luck.)

When he skulls cups of malt we all hiss and boo.
Lets off explosive farts like it's Istanbul.
Bigger than a clucking quail but they have the same IQ.
Am I listening to you or just marijuana induced?
So lonely with a mange festering your G-spot,
I present Exhibit 1: a free range clean slut.
Which I swap at a flea market for an imported Malaysian blimp,
Sure as hell it still smells but it matches the Gimp.

I'm not good at anything and nifty I'm not.
You drug me for plug-ins to stop my nipple rot.
Which you sell for apple pie fillings instead of choko.
And I'm left looking like a crap, lame, thinning joker.
It's hard not to focus man, on my runny ass behind.
I swipe it and wipe shit all over my new attire.
So I'm left, with a clean butt and dripping brown clothes.
I stash them in the trash and nuddy run back home.

Chorus

Oh no Luke won't grow up at all.
His naughty underpants have wings.
His nib is such a fool a tool,
Pulls the trigger and hopes for an empty chamber.
He has been ugly since he was a baby,
His jokes are sad, his rap songs always ripping off Slim Shady.
Luke finds the most weird way to take a life.
He'll grab a voodoo doll and stick it with a knife.

Don't give him a dog or he'll make a new porno,
Call up Shane Warne, use a gear stick to become 'auto'.
When this spoof is a failure then the sucker might learn.
The verdict is not funny, this court is adjourned.
Tell me what my faults are and I'll deny all of it,
Whining repining about how nobody smiles from it.
So I'll suck in all of my pride and just give up.
And try to fix the major moisture problem of

Chorus

(speaking)
Don't try and say you didn't see this one coming.
I'm always ripping off other people's songs!
I hear you people out there humming.
Or is that the sound of all your bongs?