Darby Crashing Your Party

Banned from the bar and barred from the club

Then clubbed by the cops for copping some drugs

Then drug down the street by his self-abuse

A candy man hanging from a self-tied

Nuisance in public with panties and bra he's

Not like the Beaver of Harriet and Ozzys

He's the bastard son of the Colonel Kurtz

Lucille Ballbuster, Crystal Methyl Mertz

I wasn't born this way, I was raised

Not by wolves but by Jews, I was guilted and hazed

A middle-class clown waging lower class war

A Beverly Hillbilly peeled off the floor

The erratic irreverent reverend that wreaks

Havoc and wreckage whenever he speaks

I'm not the first, I'm your last second shot

A film about grave robbing without a plot

Throwing a party, I'll Darby Crash it

My Captain Sensibilities tells me to smash it up

I am the shit smeared in your pillowcase

I'm not the texting, I'm the UPPER CASE

Ranting and cursing he sings in the third person and then

I'll catch myself and start singing about me again

Because of your hair lip I shaved your moustache

Your Donner Party has just been Darby Crashed

I'm anti-Christ, the unoriginal sin

The ten months of relevant Johnny Rotten

I am the victim in victimless crimes

Painting the town red between the lines

Losing is delightful when you always win

That's why I push my chips, GG All-in