I like to call this the not-so-great depression,
Because it's kinda bad, but not so great.
I like to call this the not-so-great depression,
Not as great as the first one at any rate.
I like to call this the not-so-great depression,
I'm not sad that Jon cheated on Kate.
Boo-hoo. Times eight. Boo-friggidy-hoo.
Check it.
Back in the 30's, things were really friggin' hard,
I mean eating shoe-leather hard,
I mean pimping out your sister hard.
And times are tough now too,
But I can see you've managed to find yourself some food,
I know I did. I ate my neighbor's dogs,
They went from beagle to bagel-topping,
Husky to hotdog meat.
Oh boo-hoo. Boo-hoo. She didn't pick up after them anyway.
So you lost your house,
The one you couldn't afford in the first place.
You shouldn't've bought a TI-84,
When a TI-83 can graph all day.
And what is this credit card receipt for realdoll.com about?
And the hot tub with a thousand fancy jets
That you aim up your butt?
Don't lie, it's not a coincidence where you sit.
Don't lie, you're realdoll told me.
Oh, boo-hoo. It's a sex doll. It doesn't matter if it cheats on you.
I like to call this the not-so-great depression,
Because it's kinda bad, but not so great.
I like to call this the not-so-great depression,
I can still afford to go Dutch on a date.
I like to call this the not-so-great depression,
I'm not sad that Somalian pirates are down to their last piece-of-eight.
Boo-hoo, You're a friggin' pirate. Boo-hoo.
I can still afford the pretty notes.
I'm throwing them out there for you.
'Cuz times are tough and you're broke.
Your sex doll has left you and someone ate your dog.
Boo-hoo.
credits
from American Chipfunk,
released June 6, 2010
Music and Lyrics by Rhune Kincaid
