Long Jon Silver

I pulled your leg with every rope That I found inside our two car garage With intention to receive attention I just want to be the one Everybody's favorite son Wake up the next day Yawning off bad dreams of rejection from my friends The praise that I weaseled in Has gone away and left me gray I am in a funk today When I was pretty young I'd put on thongs of my mom's Matter of fact, heals too And parade into the living room Everybody'd laugh and say, "Tension eased another day" But now I am strapped into a car seat of sorts Driver's definitely not my mom And I'm feeling at home already I just want to be the one Everybody's favorite son You should be afraid of me It's just that I'm not ugly Long Jon Silver had his long Jon swinging in my face Which made me wanna start a franchise of my own I'd call it something clever but expressive like his And I would sell it for a gazillion dollars Later I'd find that the money I made was counterfeit I couldn't even buy a friend Jesus Christ must've known something that I don't Because he seems to make a lotta money Ooh-ooh-ooh-oh Ooh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh You should be afraid of me It's just that I'm not ugly You should be afraid of me It's just that I'm not ugly