You know it doesn't worry me a lot
When we drink some Jack and smoke some pot,
Cause I'm not the kind of friend that judges
I have my own permanent record smudges.
And you know I think you fuckin rock
But my emotions fall and rise like stock,
It's not getting laid, I'm all for that
I know the /volleyball/ keeps you from getting fat.
It's not even the cocaine
Cause damn is that shit is insane,
Iíll do it once or twice a year
For it, I don't have much fear.
LSD, it's all good there
But Cigs make you loose your hair,
And it's far too easy to OD
With painkillers or PCP.
In five years I wanna call you
Maybe Danielle, and Topher too,
We can rock out with Hendrix and dream of Jim
At least we agree about fucking him.
So until further notice, without further ado,
To just the pretty pink turtles, me, and you,
Don't let the rockin stop,
My Rachel Boner-Popp.