It'll Be Okay by Homer Loners

Alex, tried to give me a slap,
So I pulled my fist back, gave him a smack,
I climb four hundred mountains,
Get my thrills from golden fountains,
A spoon, broom and tune,
Keep me busy in my bedroom,
I like the way it makes me feel,
When someone wins, deal or no deal,

I spend all my time, just thinking how to rhyme,
Ah, this is gunna take up a line,
I can’t think what else to write,
Maybe, I’m not to so bright,
My agent writes all my lines
You can see he is pretty crap,
See that doesn’t even rhyme,

I spend my life on cityville,
Its such a thrill, this stuff makes me ill,
I shoot to kill, your Mum to fill,
I wish Chelsea lost ten nil,
Ah man, here comes the old bill,
Which ones Phil, which ones Lil?
Ha, look he’s tiddly still,
I would like to take a pill,