Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I've seen those English dramas, too
They're cruel
So if there's any other way
To spell the word, it's fine with me
With me
Why would you speak to me that way?
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
All your diction, dripping with disdain
Through the pain, I always tell the truth
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford climber?
I climbed to Dharamsala, too
I did
I met the highest lama
His accent sounded fine to me
To me
Check your handbook, it's no trick
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Know your boyfriend, unlike other guys
Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about anything at all?
First the window, then it's to the wall
Little John, he always tells the truth
Check your passport, it's no trick
Take the Chapstick, put it on your lips
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Know your butler, unlike other guys
Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about anything at all?
First the window, then it's through the wall
Why would you tape my conversations?
Show your paintings
At the United Nations
Little John, he always tells the truth
