Right

I know I’m right So I’m keepin’ calm I’ll bide my time ‘Til I drop the bomb My flamethrower Is almost charged Into the room of your thought I will barge Why should I get angry, When I know I’m right? It’s pure and simple — Plain as day As obvious As the nose on your face My composure, I shall maintain While I stretch you Across the rack of pain (chorus) No point in any of us Growing upset Let’s keep up manners And etiquette A side of wisdom, please With that stuffing You’re beet-red All huffing and puffing When did politics Equal God? When did we put our uncles Before the firing squad? Your Uncle Keith — He’s always right Now kiss my face and Say goodnight