Pity Songtext

von Zelda Williams

Poor, pathetic gay fool,
In an all-dudes school,
Where the bullies are stereotypes,
Save our boy from all this overly beleaguered...
And obvious hype

Oh I'm in a tizzy,
'Bout my friend Timmy,
It's such a pity,
My friend Timmy,
Poor, poor... poor, poor, poor, poor Timothy

The balls they just don't stop... coming,
Too bad they ain't the balls he's wanting,
The irony is just as sad as this poor horn dog...
Before my eyes

Oh I'm in a tizzy,
'Bout my friend Timmy,
It's such a pity,
My friend Timmy,
Poor, poor... poor, poor, poor, poor Timothy,
Yeah, yeah,
Poor, poor... poor, poor, poor, poor Timothy,
Yeah, yeah,
Poor, poor... poor, poor, poor, poor Timothy