Ode To St. Francis

St. Francis, St. Francis, Saint of caged animals, "Lock down" at 3... Then supper and tea... But there must be no caffeine, And no coffee at all... Staff fearing us nut-jobs, But it wasn't our call... And we were told, Why we're alllowed no caffeine, Cause us weirdos just might, Turn quite obscene... And hang from the rafters, Maybe swinging from the ceiling, And thinking it keen, You can picture the scene... Us howling at the moon, As well as everything... In-between... But my pet peeve, One that drove me quite mad, Was this compulsion by all, To repeat these phrases they had... "You know? You know?? You know what I'm sayin' ??" If I hear that, one more damn time, There might be a slaying... You know what I mean?? Do you know what I'm sayin' ?? Wanna hear my sad tale???... And soon you'll be prayin'... That you never again... Hear, "You know what I mean???" My ears got so sore... Do you know what I'm sayin'??? I can't take it no more... Do you know what I mean??? I've become so brain-dead, I repeat it over and over... Like dumb old Mr. Bean... Do you know what I'm sayin'??? Do you know what I mean??? When it comes to those phrases... I wish their minds could be wiped clean... Do you know what I'm sayin'?? Do you know what I mean??? But they got very little up there... Do you know what I'm sayin'??? Just a blank stare... Do you know what I mean??? I just wish I knew how, From those words, They I could wean... Do you know what I'm sayin'??? Do you know what I mean??? Yes, St. Francis, St. Francis, With your staff trained in hell, Under old Dr. Joseph Mengle', From Aushwitz, how swell!!! St. Francis, St. Francis, I'm glad for my luck... Cause I am quite mad... And don't give a fluck."