My momma talkin’ to me tryin’ to tell me how to live
But I don’t listen to her ‘cause my head is like a sieve
My daddy, he disowned me ‘cause I wear my sister’s clothes
He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach, he done kicked me off the team
For wearin’ high heel sneakers and actin’ like a queen
The world’s comin’ to an end, I don’t even care
As long as I can have a limo and my orange hair
And it don’t bother me if people think I’m funny
‘Cause I’m a big rock star and I’m makin’ lots of money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Ahh, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I’m so bloody rich ha ha ha ha
I own apartment buildings and shopping centers ha ha ha ha
And I only know three chords ha ha ha ha
Earache My Eye - Cheech and Chong
This is bad news. I have no doubt Roberts and probably Kavenaugh will say we cannot tell people what clothes they can wear. The ruling will be used as a weapon for the tranny’s everywhere.
Great reference. Took me to the third line then the screeching needle on record was burning through my brain