There was a young woman named “Anna”
who spoke to her sister named “Hannah”.
“Anna” said “You’re a good “mum”
and maybe I’m just a “nun”,
but “sis”, I’m no second banana!”
Then “Anna” asked what is a “rotator”?
Does it “refer” to a ventilator?
Said a young “dad” named Adam
I really don’t know, “madam”;
“Don’t nod” at me, I’m just a parts trader.
What's in your soul, what's in your heart? You don't know and you never will.
Why am I, why am I, why am I.....
No brain for a monster 'cause there's no room for a set back.
Picked up the world & then I dropped it!
I dropped it 'cause I am no longer on Ground Zero, I am on Cloud Nine!
What the hell am I supposed to do? What in the world am I supposed to see?!
A doctor? Well guess what!
There's no life in my eyes, no swag in my step, no pop in my punch!
Do you know why?
Of course you don't.
My life's just one gigantic story!
One failure after another, I'm tired of being second banana!
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