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Parking Violation
- Intro:
- (All staff may come to the packaging room)
- *beeping*
- Verse 1:
- Walking to the ShopRite
- I stop when I see the streetlight
- I’m less than devastating
- I cannot be a mean sight
- I see a hobo smoking in the packaging room
- And the employees only bathroom is stock full of goons
- This is a mystery
- A day of infamy
- A parking guarantee and volunteer I shed a tear
- When I see this damn 6 pack beer
- I’m left to rear the sight of mere
- Coincidence I left I’m smokin’ that EDP pack on the full day
- I got location, got loc nation, forwardation
- I forward this crap to the room, rumble humble
- And when the fat man sits down he stumbles
- On the chair, ain’t ever got no mobility scooters
- I keep getting ruder and see this man, he’s a booter
- I come up to him and say things even more so
- I’m glad you haven’t seen the damn grease on your torso
- I’m takin’ shots like Manson, ay
- I’m a go never ever dancin’, ay
- Never the epitome of a Hanson
- And I haven’t even got a parking violation
- Let alone a ticket, stop, record my interpolation, yeah
- Chorus:
- Good morning, U.S.A.
- I got a feeling that it’s gonna be a wonderful day
- The sun in the sky high with a smiley face
- Shining salute to the American race (yessir)
- Verse 2:
- Ordered a saddle and a couple of paddles
- Thinking of making game when the fat dude waddles
- I keep gettin’ here sooner
- I could not be more ruder
- Than a parking violation on a scooter, ay
- I know this is comedy, but a sketch of me is dissin’ me
- The epitome of a get rid of me sign in Mississippi
- This isn’t me, this is a mystery, in infamy, a complete full history
- His story, her story this is blitzkrieg jeeps, rolling in with guacamole
- Saying I’m a test of me but the rest of me is saying hell yes to me
- Well let this be, take a bee, sting him in full blitzkrieg, taking E
- Faking E, heck no to be, heck no to E, I say it’s bitter rivalry
- They’re the boss and they’re the victim
- Watching me get mossed on a track field
- Ain’t a sauce but I sure will rid him
- Gimme a ride, I’ll pay for a ticket
- It’s sick, it
- Never fails to bad chick it
- Ain’t this tap bad chicken (ay)
- Chorus:
- Good morning, U.S.A.
- I got a feeling that it’s gonna be a wonderful day
- The sun in the sky high with a smiley face
- Shining salute to the American race (yessir)
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