Best Friend Part II

Holy crap shoots mermaid man,

We're here in jail,

I guess the pigs didn't like the bacon,

Maybe pork next year,

Or maybe that teacher didn't like her wormy apple,

Or was it the nun we pantsed?

Next time we should color code the skeletons

That are still underground,

How about we rent a canoe,

And Jackass our way down 4th Ave,

I could drag you on my scooter,

And run into a Starbucks,

It would be fun right?

Just you and me,

Us against the world again?

So come on,

I think I smell smoke,

Let's add the gasoline.