song lyrics

Every problem has a solution,
But some of them are wrong.
Down in Dillwyn, twisted suspenders
Can easily pass as the crux of a song.

Drivin' south to New Orleans,
The School of Rock, or so it seems.
March on Washington is waiting for me;
Not really, ROFLCOPTER.

Chorus
Ooh, ooh, windswept hair.
Ooh, ooh, windswept hair.

Jim, go fix the damn machine.
But nothing's broken in between.
There's a halo above my Persia,
LOLZ.

Chorus

Are you kidding me?
Chain text messaging? What the hell do you mean?
Just lock Jim out again; he can't get in.
Oh, just so you know: the rapture's comin'.

Chorus

I love the way she moves
When she stands by my side.
We're a bunch of n00bs;
Oh, yeah, she's a ladybug.

Chorus (3x)