You’re Pitiful

My life is brilliant
What, was I too early? I'm sorry
Should I do you wanna start
Over? Or keep going? Okay, now? Now?

My life is brilliant your life's a joke
You're just pathetic you're always broke
Your homemade Star Trek uniform
Really ain't impressin' me
You're sufferin' from delusions of adequacy

You're pitiful you're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true never had a date
That you couldn't inflate
And you smell repulsive, too
What a bummer being you

Well, you just can't dance
And forget romance
Everybody you know still calls ya
"Farty Pants"
But you'll always have a job, well, I mean
As long as you still can
Work that Slurpee machine

You're pitiful you're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
You're half undressed
Eatin' chips off your chest
While you're playin' Halo 2
No one's classier than you

La la la la la la la la
La la la la loser

You're pitiful you're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
Your dog would much rather
Play fetch by it'self
You still live with your mom and you're 42

Guess you'll never grow a clue
Well, it just sucks to be you