And you’re like a nineties Jesus And you revel in your psychosis How dare you? And you sample concepts like hors d’oevres And you eat their questions for dessert Is it just me or is it hot in here? And you’re like a nineties Kennedy And you’re really a million years old You can’t fool me You’ll throw opinions like rocks in riots And you’ll stumble around like hypocrites Is it just me or is it dark in here? Well you may never be a high husband You may never have a whole child You will learn to lose everything Be a temporary arrangement Ai-yi-yi... And you’re like a nineties Noah And they laughed at you as you packed all of your things And they wonder why you’re frustrated And they wonder why you’re so angry And is it just me or are you fed up? Ai-yi-yi... God bless you in your travels In your conquests and your queries