1. Friday, December 31, 2004

    its raining its pouring 

    the hot chick is snoring

    the gutters are pinging, the guest yacht is mooring

    the butterflies are dying, the old dog is sighing

    the mistletoe aint workin, the cheerleaders bowling

    its raining its pouring, my heart is still healing

    lionel ritchie that fucker wont stop dancing on my ceiling

    the neighborgirls woke me early, the church bells are ringing

    and the haters and the players and the skaters are in gators.

    its raining its pouring the lawn mowers are rusting

    my best friends are lusting, my house is disgusting

    she came over and said wheres your maid been, vacation?

    are these cigars cuban, i said, theyre awesome, and haitian

    its raining its pouring and the fleas are out surfing

    and the jealous arent deserving for seconds of my servings

    theyre bitter and dumb and they do nothing all day

    except click at me and watch and see and hate me and love me

    its raining its pouring the tv is boring

    cuz all they say is

    omg its raining

    omg its pouring

    omg i have fake tits

    omg im reading this

    its raining its pouring and my fingers are hurting

    but fuck em they chose me and i write cuz im tony

    this year i saw three doctors this year they cured me

    this year they xrayed and ixnayed and drugged me and stoked me

    its raining its pouring and the knives fall from the skyway

    broken highways and my ways litter the mindways of your secret lives

    she was seventeen and perfect

    except for being seventeen and perfect

    and in some states thats cool unless your 110

    with a bloggy thing

    its raining its pouring and her letters adored me

    heres my back yard heres my closet heres my little things heres my everythings

    and somewhere its beautiful and sometimes are the right times

    and summer changes everythings like gasoline on a duraflame

    its raining its pouring

    and the good times arent here again

    the idea of four more years

    of that fucking queer

    nearly shook the earth off its axis

    and the rums all piled up and the pr0ns been downloaded

    and the wines marinated and the numbers have been bloated

    and the neighborgirls and their little curls

    just got their geds and their slcs

    its raining its pouring the men still go whoring

    cuz its new years eve its nothing eve

    its bullshit eve its whatsnew eve

    its raining its pouring and the firetrucks are roaring

    cuz the neighborboys dont ever notice when its raining

    or when its pouring

    isou + radiohumper + bing