It's the Motherfucking Conscription Prescription!

I don't know why I don't like Mondays When endpoints of days a Are something I threw away I'll say you got a good one on me Touche, hooray for you and your one man Army coming straight for my throat The conscription prescription is all that she wrote But I can't read Spanish so I couldn't quote That The fool who fools not secretly envies The fool that fools Who envies the fool in the grave I'll say you got a good one on me Touche, hooray, for you and your one man Army coming straight for my throat The conscription prescription is all that she wrote But I can't read American so I couldn't quote That We all front hell, day in and day out As doubts of end Keep on keep fading away I'll say you got a good one on me Touche, hooray for you and your one man Army coming straight for my throat The conscription prescription is all that she wrote But I can't read Russian or Swedish or Swiss Or English or Irish or Scottish or Welsh Mongolian or Chinese, Somalian or Thai Egyptian, Australian, Iraqi or Lao And definitely not Tuvaluan, so I couldn't quote That