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You know, what pisses me off more than anything is all these people who

aren`t exactly politically correct. Like the other day, I was out walking

my Siberian-American huskies. And you know how canines are: they like to

sniff everything, including each other`s butts. So some guy walks up and

he says, "Man, Get your dog`s ass out of that other dog`s nose!"



So, I replied, "How dare you call them dogs! They`re Siberian-American

huskies. That`s like calling an African-American a Black. Or calling a

Mexican-American a Mexican. Or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!" It

pissed me off so much I got a nose ring, died my hair blue and moved to

San Francisco!



My bus is broken down

My spirit`s broken too

My girl`s by my side

So I don`t feel so blue

Thirty miles more

To make it to the city

Where junk is king

And the air smells shitty



What a friendly town

It really suits us well

It took some getting used to

That fucking hippy smell

Everyone corrects me

Every time I speak

I`m sick and fucking tired

Of feeling like a stupid L.A. geek



I like it

I like it

I like it

I like it, yes I do



I say it`s not an issue

It doesn`t shed much light

On a global scale

It isn`t worth the fight

The tongue that girl speaks

Is forked to you and me

That bitch has got a problem

I think it`s called P.C.

You know, what pisses me off more than anything is all these people who

aren`t exactly politically correct. Like the other day, I was out walking

my Siberian-American huskies. And you know how canines are: they like to

sniff everything, including each other`s butts. So some guy walks up and

he says, "Man, Get your dog`s ass out of that other dog`s nose!"



So, I replied, "How dare you call them dogs! They`re Siberian-American

huskies. That`s like calling an African-American a Black. Or calling a

Mexican-American a Mexican. Or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!" It

pissed me off so much I got a nose ring, died my hair blue and moved to

San Francisco!



My bus is broken down

My spirit`s broken too

My girl`s by my side

So I don`t feel so blue

Thirty miles more

To make it to the city

Where junk is king

And the air smells shitty



What a friendly town

It really suits us well

It took some getting used to

That fucking hippy smell

Everyone corrects me

Every time I speak

I`m sick and fucking tired

Of feeling like a stupid L.A. geek



I like it

I like it

I like it

I like it, yes I do



I say it`s not an issue

It doesn`t shed much light

On a global scale

It isn`t worth the fight

The tongue that girl speaks

Is forked to you and me

That bitch has got a problem

I think it`s called P.C.

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