Limp Bizkit — The Mind of Les

[Verse: Les Claypool] Hit me, Fire cracker So there you go Fifteen of your hard earned dollars Right out the window Most expensive piece of plastic I've ever come across Fifteen dollars, fifteen dollars On a shoddy piece of plastic There is it Limp Bizkit in all it's glory Fred Durst, the man, the myth The compulsive masturbator You love him, you hate him You love to hate him, Hello Once when I was afraid to speak When I was just a lad My poppy gave my nose a tweak And told me I was bad Then I learned a brilliant word Saved my aching nose The biggest word you've ever heard And this is how it goes Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Even though he sound of it Is something quite atrocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Ah, those were the days I don't know, you got any more of that So what did you think You were getting a Celine Dion record No, no, no young bucky You laughed, you cried You just kissed your Fifteen bucks goodbye Limp Bizkit, I don't think so Fred Durst, I don't know But what the hell, I got paid Goodbye now