And you’re like a nineties JesusAnd you revel in your psychosisHow dare you?And you sample concepts like hors d’oevresAnd you eat their questions for dessertIs it just me or is it hot in here?And you’re like a nineties KennedyAnd you’re really a million years oldYou can’t fool meYou’ll throw opinions like rocks in riotsAnd you’ll stumble around like hypocritesIs it just me or is it dark in here?Well you may never be a high husbandYou may never have a whole childYou will learn to lose everythingBe a temporary arrangementAi-yi-yi...And you’re like a nineties NoahAnd they laughed at you as you packed all of your thingsAnd they wonder why you’re frustratedAnd they wonder why you’re so angryAnd is it just me or are you fed up?Ai-yi-yi...God bless you in your travelsIn your conquests and your queries