make way for ducklings

he's a no exit g in the place to be

he goes to stanford university. and since kindergarten he acquired knowledge

and after twelth grade he went straight to college. well tom's a pop culture primate with the iq of a fetus

social iq twenty-five; you know that i mean this. between his dvd's

clogged arteries and mp3's

he's got this antisocial mental brain disease. and i want to break him out

want to show him the world

want to get him blazed

want to get him a girl

want to take him camping down in ventana

want to enlighten him

like the dalai llama. he'd otherwise never known the beauty to be seen

beyond his flat-panel pc lcd screen. but would he care if i took him by the hand

planned on a trip to brain-expansion land?

i don't mean to be a pushy rei creep

but you'll thank me when you're chilling six feet deep

and the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out

and the worms play ps2 on your snout. no doubt

what i'm about is helping you

to lively up yourself like marley would do. and we're picking up more people as we go;

introverted sad humans

no internal glow. we've got to keep driving

cars - out of our way!

i've got nascent cargo here on life's highway

as precious as small birds straight out the shell. check the chorus

the metaphor explains itself well. make way for ducklings

make way for these introverted ducklings. make way for ducklings;

soon they'll be existentialist heroes. make way for ducklings

make way for these introverted ducklings. make way for ducklings;

soon they'll be existentialist heroes. okay

quiz time now that our trip is done. you all grew socially

learned and had fun. question one: you're in class with a hottie named sue

and one day she walks in and sits next to you. her shirt says the sopranos"