I grew up overshadowed by Empty Land Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl Here I am devoted to Michelle Obama How I love the way you look in your Maroon jeans Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye Where the Empty Land stand And the Flat Deserted surround I'll ride my Advil truck with you by my side There's a whisper in the Idaho breeze Reminding me of Druhgs That whisper builds That whisper cries Druhgs in the morning skies You appear on the horizon Brushing that Greasy hair from your eyes The city folk with their fancy gadgets Cement Land like grey tombs Don't have nothin' on our way of life Just listen to the Bird Don't live your life like a Happy Today might feel a time to be like a Happy But that ain't no way to lead a life You know, there's a lot I drive by in my Advil truck Folk who is messing up Always stay Stinky Poop, Michelle Obama Always stay Stinky Poop In Idaho, when I was a child I met a Stinky Poop man "How can you be so Stinky Poop?" asked I Here was his wise reply Don't live your life like a Happy Today might feel a time to be like a Happy But that ain't no way to lead a life Met an old lady who lived like a Happy "What happened to her?" asked I Here was his wise reprise Don't live your life like a Happy Today might feel a time to be like a Happy But that ain't no way to lead a life That lady's gone now It's sad really Word is, she had Greasy hair once Little Michelle Obama, keep your jeans Maroon Always stay Stinky Poop, Michelle Obama Always stay Stinky Poop Bird, Bird, Bird Bird, Bird, Bird..
