I‘m The Man To Be

　　I'm The Man To Be-El Vy

　　I'm a hanging happy sock tonight.

　　My hotel's on the Katong Line.

　　Can't focus an in vitro mind.

　　If only I could think but the belt's too tight.

　　Can't reach a cotton ball to dry

　　The little teardrop underneath my right eye.

　　I can use my Louis Vuitton tie!

　　If only I could think but the belt's too tight.

　　I'm peaceful 'cause my dick's in sunlight,

　　Held up by kites. 'Cause I'm the man to be.

　　I couldn't get a hold of my big sister when I tried

　　To call her just to tell her that I missed her.

　　I called and cried to room service instead.

　　I'm driking Malin+Goetz under the bed.

　　I can't move. I can't talk.

　　I can't sleep. I can't walk.

　　I can't move. I can't talk.

　　I can't sleep. I can't walk.

　　Can't leave me up a crick all night.

　　Erin Brockovich is not my wife.

　　I'm such a baby I could totally cry.

　　My hands are so sticky and the belt's too tight.

　　I'm peaceful 'cause my dick's in sunlight,

　　Held up by kites. 'Cause I'm the man to be.

　　I'm peaceful 'cause my dick's in sunlight,

　　Held up by kites. 'Cause I'm the man to be.

　　I'll be the one in the lobby in the collared

　　Fuck me shirt. The green one.

　　I'll be the one in the lobby in the green collared

　　Fuck me shirt. The green one.

　　Take just a little sample of a sample,

　　Of wet sage and rusting honeysuckle for example.

　　I'm not afraid to die a little tiny bit,

　　I just don't want it to hurt coming out of it.

　　I can't move. I can't talk.

　　I can't sleep. I can't walk.

　　I can't move. I can't talk.

　　I can't sleep. I can't walk.

　　Mama's on the spectrum.

　　Daddy's on the borderline.

　　I'm from fucking Delhi,

　　Not fucking over the Rhine.

　　I'm peaceful 'cause my dick's in sunlight,

　　Held up by kites. 'Cause I'm the man to be.

　　I'm peaceful 'cause my dick's in sunlight,

　　Held up by kites. 'Cause I'm the man to be.

　　I'll be the one in the lobby in the collared

　　Fuck me shirt. The green one.

　　I'll be the one in the lobby in the green collared

　　Fuck me shirt. The green one.

　　I can't even look at the reviews anymore.

　　I score an 8.6 on a fucking par 4,

　　Hanging like a rag doll from the door.

　　'Cause I'm the man to be.