I'm thankful for food and friends
And funny dudes and funny trends
Don't get me smooth
Then you'll never hear the end
Hot boxing in a cop car cruiser
Look at me, look at you; you're a loser
You don't know
But I've got to go
Hit the road and go home
And leave and be alone
Then I'll get my very own cell phone
Then I'll use this as your ringtone
Why do you have to be all up in my mind
Why do you always have to leave at the wrong time
We all have needs in-spite of the crimes
In-light in-sight of the sunrise
All-rise, please be seated
Naked-eye, I see pleetes
But I don't see why
I can't be the guy
That leaves you tongue-tied.


I hope you know you're on it
I'm just being honest
You've got me hooked-on phonics
You're the prettiest of the foxes


I hope you know that you're on it
I'm just being honest
I only tell the truth
yet I don't know what I'm telling you
And I also tell lies
Don't listen to my words
Listen to my eyes
I'm the type of guy that hides when the guys fly
I'm the type of guy that rides the tides at sunrise
I'm the type of guy that hides all kinds of lies
I'm the type of guy that gets blind at night
Life could be better
I could get paid
I could judge others
With a letter or a grade
Then I wouldn't get to know all about them
I don't teach for the money I teach for the outcome.
Breathing in oil just like a whale
The name is Steven Boyle, I'm about to set sail
Crying-out my blow hole
Because I'm the baby Boyle
Circle of whirlpools
I'm the water skiing squirrel
Bud in my blood
Alcohol balls
I give what she loves
And I answer when she calls
Stop your bitchin'
About my addictions
One too many cooks in the kitchen
I was down in Pittsburgh
When the word first got heard
That Michael Vick just got picked
To be a steeler
Third string
Six rings
Three stars
Loving of every scar
I'm not a steeler
I'm not a pirate
I'm a healer
I despise shit
I'm not even an Indian
But I bet you'd never guess that I'm a penguin
Though I love Cleveland and I love rock and roll
Holler to Youngstown, Ohio and Neavou
It's once I'm dead
That's when I come alive
I don't need a nun, I don't need a knife
S-T-E-V-E
B-O-Y-L-E
623 Dirty three thirty
That's my social security
I double dog dare you to try to be me