This is a song about "Jeff robots"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Hop off the bus

You a young jeff bridges,

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

People know not but still they grind and work like robots,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms