Cherry Pits

Well I decided not to stay This cup of boiling water Wonder why it boils with 80 degrees Then why can't I play this e-piano And why can't I sing like ‘you know who I mean' Is it Voldemort? Well I spit the cherry pits Well I have my meth pipe Yes, yes, we gotta go We gotta go We gotta go Then why don't you drive your car or something But sorry I've forgotten your driving licence has just rotten But why don't you pack your rockability stuff and now Lose my fist You should lose my fist You should lose my fist Well I spit the cherry pits I say I have my meth pipe I said meth pipe Regina Regina On my retina