Chorus
Another night with Walter’s glare
Peanut screaming, I’m losing hair
Achmed blows up but I don’t care
I’d rather rot than sit in this chair
Post-Chorus
La la la, not funny at all
La la la, please drop the ball
Verse 2
I tried to gnaw through concrete walls
Wish I had whiskey, or just some calls
Bubba J’s burp echoes off steel
Even the cockroaches know how I feel
Pre-Chorus
Day sixteen, my brain’s gone numb
If I hear José’s jalapeño, I might just run
Do vent grates fit a desperate man?
Guess I’ll find out, with the remote in hand
Chorus
Another night with Walter’s glare
Peanut screaming, I’m losing hair
Achmed blows up but I don’t care
I’d rather rot than sit in this chair
Post-Chorus
La la la, not funny at all
La la la, just end it all
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