Hey my new song - Pole Newman. About me Polish self's hatred for checker sweaters and lawn mowers that I believe pollute more surely than cars and more needlessly. everything went wrong in this Hari krishna punk I dont know the end is ni song . yet I compulsively upload bad bad and good, here goes text:
Me new man man new man,
anarchist boogie man.
No f***in strings attached.
I ain't slave nor stallion,
no, no slave nor stallion.
I scratch my manly crotch.

My genes, they did reconfigure,
My dick got bigger and bigger,
so I could piss you off better,
nice people in checker sweaters.


My daddy a soldier,
fishes at his leasure,
wi' parachute Rambo.
But I am a new man,
anarchistic pro,
different from dad and bro.

I came to be anarchistic.
I want to play punkacoustic.
So why don't you naff off naff off,
you and your lawn mowers, you both.