I've been to hell. I spell it I spell it DMV Anyone that's been there Knows precisely what I mean Stood there and I've waited And choked back the urge to scream And if I had my druthers I'd screw a chimpanzee
Call it pointless
When I need relief I spell it THC Perhaps you may know vaguely what I mean I sit back and smoke away Huge chunks of memory As I slowly inflict upon Myself a full lobotomy
Call it pointless
Barbecues, tea kettles, gobs of axle grease There comes a time for every man To sail the seas of cheese Now, life's a bowl of bagel dogs But there are unpleasantries Cold toilet seats, dentist chairs And trips to DMV
Call it pointless
I've been to hell. I spell it I spell it DMV Anyone that's been there knows Precisely what I mean I've stood in line and waited Near an hour and fifteen And if I had my druthers I'd screw that chimpanzee
