— «Yea well I sing like an amputee though»
— «Why?»
— «Cause can't hold a note.
Can't cary a tune»
— «Knock knock mr. Rogers,
It's mr. McFeelie.
I've brought you a letter
Speedy delivery»
— «Well mr. McFeelie
If there's postage due
You can go fuck yourself
Like captain kangaroo»
I can go to land of make believe
and I can pretend,
But in the end
I still have no friends…
— «Mr. Rogers!
I like your cardigan sweater»
— «Mr. McFeelie!
Shut up and give me my letter!
I don't want to talk to you
Don't you understand?
Why are you inside my house?
You're just my fuckin' mailman!»
I can go to land of make believe
And I can pretend,
But in the end
I still have no friends…
I can go to land of make believe
And I can pretend,
But in the end
I still have no friends…
I can go to land of make believe
And I can pretend,
But in the end
I still have no friends.
You are my best friend too
I share the same views
And hardly ever argue
Eat spam from the can
Watch late night c-span
And rock out to old school
Duran Duran
Your best friend is you, I'm my best friend too
I share the same views
And hardly ever argue
Eat spam from the can
Watch late night c-span
And rock out to old school
Duran Duran