Shouting at the wind

Come back to me!

I’m proud of my big fat ass

It was a great pleasure to be naked in [the] film

You knew the broadcast would be watched by millions

of families with children–now you owe me billions.

Valentine’s Day is coming up, and each of us is thinking

of romance–and you could give me a jolly good rogering–

No more trolling the Internet for juicy tales please,

We’re talking about young kids, who don’t even really know

The pressure yet.

I listen to voices, snap my fingers and I love the way music

Makes me feel–I do, I truly do–the message is, get up and dance!

Just do it! My head is just something I keep my hat on.

Don’t ask for my family’s darkest secret, how my older

Brother threatened to kill him, beat him to a pulp, stomp!

That fool tried to get between him and his ex-wife. No

Denying, as it was all caught on camera and then

He disappeared down Flamingo Lane.

Yobbos and hooligans, pardon me for living, but there was a time

A time when buying soap was enough, and now there’s a hold up.

I thought he was a student, he was taking heroin and grabbing

Condoms–he should not have been out in the street–and there

He was, shouting, “I’m proud of my big fat ass” to all and anon.