Pancakes!!

Graduation night, that night, that fateful night, we passed out
round five, round five, musta been round five and the
morning light, the light, couldn’t force the sleep out of
our eyes, our eyes, our bleary eyes

then ring ding ding, ring ding went my alarm clock
and it woke us up, boy did I feel like a cock
cuz sleeping next to me, was she, she’s a beauty she,
but no no no, said she, said she, just let me be

so I got up, I got up and said,
what can I do, to please this girl in my bed?
it was only seven thirty, I was feeling pretty dirty, but she’s looking really lovely so I had to think of something
the only thing that could be found a piece of pickle on the ground and whitish flour in a bag that said… “just add water”

So I, I made pancakes
But they don’t look like pancakes!
it’s supposed to be the kind of thing a man makes
to cure his lover’s hangover head aches
won’t someone tell me, what the fuck is a griddle?
I didn’t know so, I put them in the middle
of the oven, yeah I, I baked pancakes
But they don’t look like pancakes

So I grabbed my guitar, guitar, my guitar
Sang this song for her, for her, who could ask for more?
I played atop the bed, her head, half undressed
but only groan she did, she still wasn’t impressed

because, I, I made pancakes
But they don’t look like pancakes!
It’s supposed to be the kind a meal a man makes
To cure his lover’s hangover headaches.
Won’t someone tell me, what the fuck is a griddle?
I didn’t know so, I put them in the middle
Of the oven, cause I, I’m the kind of guy who bakes pancakes
And they don’t look like pancakes

well she still smiles at me, at me, knowingly
every time she thinks, of my inability
to cook something she knew, how to do, since she was two…
and she says,
“Honey, it’s a good thing making music’s one thing that you know how to do.”