My fiends are so much French
at least in yeast, they are France I speak to myself in French
But later in Mancunian
(Oh)

My fiends are students now
They were tots in the grunge era They do respect Neil Morrissey But they don't know Jane Fonda Oh dear, Lord

I got thesaurus too
on my Spellchecker
Please be a Beatle too
And make it Ringo Starr

My fiends are brunettes now
They used to be red hot chilis
I love you for Chad Jackson
Now hear my drummer get old
But not wicked

I hesitate Basil Brush
I do know who he is
Hacking into MSN
Like Johnny Cash as well

Please be my Lord
I want to be George Harrison too When you don't Revolver today I'll be your Nevermind as well

My fiends are Christian rockers
They do Creed hits in the room 'With Arms Wide Open' LOL
We're discuss that later on
But not now

I grateful as I'm dead
I'm daft as a punk
So hard and i'm British Gas
Please be my Beastie Boy
(LOL)
I wear my Pinkerton
and 'My Name Is Jonas'
Reading from a Bible
Psalm 43; A-Punk