This is a song about "Hippopotamonstrosesquippedaliophobia"

'cause it was an admired service-man

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

Turn like a fuckin waitress. go on this site much as you go to the pharmacy.

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses