Who gives a fuck
About an Oxford comma
I've seen those English dramas too
They're cruel
So if there's any other way
To spell the word
It's fine with me, with me
Why would you speak to me that way
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
All your diction dripping
With disdain
Through the pain
I always tell the truth
Who gives a fuck
About an Oxford comma
I climbed to Dharamsala too
I did
I met the highest lama
His accent sounded fine
To me, to me
Check your handbook
It's no trick
Take the chapstick
Put it on your lips
Crack a smile
Adjust my tie
Know your boyfriend
Unlike other guys
Why would you lie
About how much coal you have
Why would you lie
About something dumb like that
Why would you lie
About anything at all
First the window
Then it's to the wall
Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth
Check your passport
It's no trick
Take the chapstick
Put it on your lips
Crack a smile
Adjust my tie
Know your butler
Unlike other guys
Why would you lie
About how much coal you have
Why would you lie
About something dumb like that
Why would you lie
About anything at all
First the window
Then it's through the wall
Why would you tape my conversations
Show your paintings
At the United Nations
Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth