Poo Poo on your Fooey Loo Loo

Take of your dress cause it's a small town baby, hold it up and whirl like a flag
We'll scare the life out of some old town ladies, who shouldn't be strutting the drag
Clench your fists tight, don't let them read you baby, poker-faced is how it's all played
At night, pack a knife it's no shoeshine maybe, then you'll survive the day.

What you call friends are the worst ones baby, they'll drown your conscious in lies
Hold the words back, hold them back cause it's not conversationally wise

As the fog sets it's gonna blind you baby, so keep your eyes glued to the street
Someday we'll pack our bags and ditch this joint, but we all know Someday isn't one of seven in the week.