[Verse: Fried Rice]
I miss the old David, stories all gold David
Stories been told David, the major troll David
I hate the new David, the bad mood David
The attitude David, the autistic dude David
I miss the sweet David, actin' real neat David
I gotta say, I want his creamy yummy treat David
See I invented David, there wasn't any Davids
Now I look and look around and there's so many Davids
You're messing me up, Josh
I miss the old Josh
[Outro: Pridemore & Jimmie F. Rodgers]
Uh, and when I wake up
I put my hand on my c*ck and I shake up
And I kissed her again because
She had kisses sweeter than wine
Mm