Prick

I was shaking with laugther

scared the bratty children

did I destroy the ambience

I'm sure for that hoity-toity patron

it wasn't pretty when I looked into the face

oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos

what's the, what's the, who's the prick

we was hidden in the potted plants

I know and we was no obnoxious

but I could see, there in the sun room

the growing storm of disapproval

it wasn't pretty when I looked into the face

oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos

what's the, what's the, who's the prick

I ain't supposed to laugh

can't let your children see that

I ain't supposed to wonder

what's the, who's the prick

what's the, who's the prick

what's the, who's the prick

what's the, what's the, who's the prick