The Van Song

You’re drunk I’m a drunk and were in love You’re a punk he slam’s dunk you’re a whore for… You believe self-respect is a brand of jeans You believe in the thoughts of a Buddha I am far from your ideas I eat Gouda It’s a little funny how you tickle Elmo I don’t want to waste this You don’t understand I’m in the city and I lost my van You like the chill of a pill in a soda You love the taste of the paste that goes in ya You eat sushi with vanilla and the green wasabi You wear your shades indoor Naked feet on the floor You cross your arms when you’re shy in front of raspberry pie You eat your greens and it sure makes you feel happy I don’t want to waste this You don’t understand I’m in the city and I lost my van It’s quite a shame it was a really nice van With the flames on the hood, in a proud neiborhood I misplaced it probably ‘cause I am a soulful guy in the month of July Now I’m stuck drivin’ this rusty jetta ‘Cause I was in the sack with her owner Roberta I’ve gotta leave point “b” and get back to me Once you’ve found life inside me It will take you such a stand I’ve found a rock you’re so unhappy Take the wheel I’ll take commands Now I’ve been walking through the city Loosing vans and virginities Be a brave don’t be a slave Be in control and sing this phrase: I don’t want to waste this You don’t understand I’m in the city and I lost my van