Classy plastic lumber

Buh duh buh buh buh Bud duh buh buh buh buh buh buh buh You go right through me I go right through but I'm about to Go on reminding you I am about to see you through it Buh duh buh buh buh Bud duh buh buh buh buh duh buh buh Buh duh buh buh buh Your mouth not mind is open wide You don't have a clue I I am a reminder You've got a voice so talk to yourself Lift the bad weight off your mullet And let the thoughts fall off your tongue Cause I'm callin' callin' callin' I've never written to anyone So this is about ugly lovers And this is about pretty songs Cause I'm a bastard bastard bastard In my lipstick I'm so much fun Connect your wood feet to a motor And the chrome dance trophy is won A little classy plastic lumber I'm embarassed but I ain't that stunned Looks like the humans' days are numbered That's a sitcom that was number one Cause we're a past tense late rate (?) I must've thouroughly convinced us not to mess this place up (Shameful shameful shameful)