[Verse 1]

No one will eat him

A yellow raspberry

Perched on top of the thorn bush

Up high and ugly, up high and weird

[Chorus 1]

This minute, twenty years ago

Your hair looked just as bad

Talking nonstop to a little rubber pixie

What has changed as you tell your doll hello?

More indignant, less recognizable

You became a bag lady's son

Beating off nonstop to the escort pages

What has changed as you tell your cross hello?

[Verse 2]

You left with some money

More self-righteous, less hopeful

Up high and ugly, up high and eugh!

[Chorus 2]

This minute, twenty seconds ago

Your face looks just as dumb

Singing nonsense to your voicemail

What has changed as you tell your cactus hello?

More fixated, less relief

You became a faggot dressed like a bunny

Beating off nonstop to the escort pages

What has changed as you tell the mirror hello?