living on the road

Living on the road I keep seeing toads I feel like I explode and I know how it’s like no light shining bright in my eyes there’s no guys passing by me there no tree passin by me I’m beggin for money I know it seems funny I’m getting fussy beacuase the road is getting musty crusty ragady ugly that’s not lovely it’s s opposite it’s a argument I’m getting messy it’s all most cristamas it’s cold I need a blanket that’s perfectly fold I’m getting old I don’t wanna be everyone’s elder or a helper where’s the pepper Living on the road singing all these notes with a lot of loads I have some guns and I’ll kill nun of you girls are like eww were threw when the watchers are like BOOO she watches whiney the poo she got crap in her shoe Teletubbies are not buddies they are muddy I don’t study it’s really bluddy that’s not funny I call my dad duddy I ain’t lucky at all a big wall when I’m crying there cyan the tears no fears I don’t wanna grow a beard