See, I'm the enemy
'Cause I like to think, I like to read
I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice
I'm the kind of guy who wants to sit in a greasy spoon and think
Gee, should I have the T-bone steak
Or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs
With the side order of gravy fries?
I want high cholesterol
I want to eat bacon, and butter and buckets of cheese, okay?
I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in a non-smoking section
I wanna run through the streets naked
With green jello all over my body reading Playboy magazine
Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to
Okay, pal?
I've seen the future, you know what it is?
It's a 47-year-old virgin sittin' around in his beige pajamas
Drinking a banana-broccoli shake singing 'I'm an Oscar-Meyer Wiener'
Maniac is responding with a scornful remark
Maniac
I'm the enemy
Load up
Heavy stuff, hard stuff
Heavy stuff
Hard stuff
Now I got blood and pickled pork shit on my jacket
Well, you look good