In a serious world, my counselor advised, "Not everything's a joke," he earnestly surmised. But I'll strum these chords, with the tip of my dong, Proving him wrong, with my bong makin songs. My guidance counselor said, life's not all jest, Yet I'll weave my lyrics, put it to the test. A melody of mirth, a comedy so strong, In every new fan, proving him wrong. Said I'd never get likes doing dirty comedy. I can hope i can dream, fingers crossed we will see. Life's a canvas, and humor is a fart, Proving wrong the counselor's, conformist heart. My guidance counselor said, life's not all jest, Yet I'll weave my lyrics, put it to the test. A melody of mirth, a comedy so strong, In every new fan, a rip off the bong.