[Verse 1]

Piglet has whiskers, the nose laughed right

Off the desk

Laptop computers know it was the fodder

That got them jobs

Featherweight fathers know nothing about daughters, and

Sons be damned

[Verse 2]

The rest of those buttons are pushing themselves to an

Early grave

Parcels meets presents means business means pleasure, so

We all got jobs

Blind-spot opinions reached millions of readers

And they passed for thoughts

[Verse 3]

My fear of grow-ups confirmed

When I'm dealin' with folks like managers

And the sad minds unwind

And are given the thoughts of happiness

And the broke heart breaks loud

It was given those thoughts of happiness