Watsky — An Open Letter Interlude

[Intro: Watsky] An open letter to the fat, arrogant, anti-charismatic National embarrassment known as President John Adams Shiiiiiit! [Verse 1: Watsky] The man's irrational, he claims that I'm in league With Britain in some vast international intrigue Trick, please! You wouldn't know what I'm doin' You're always goin' berserk, but you never show up to work Give my regards to Abigail Next time you write about my lack of moral compass At least I do my job up in this rumpus! (OH!) The line is behind me, I crossed it again Ooh, the president lost it again Aw, such a rough life, better run to your wife "Yo, the boss is in Boston again" Let me ask you a question: who sits... At your desk when you're in Massachusetts? They were calling you a dick back in '76 And you really haven't done anything new since You're a nuisance with no sense, you would die of irrelevance Go ahead, you aspire to my level, you aspire to malevolence Say hi to the Jeffersons! And the spies all around me, maybe they can confirm I don't care if I kill my career with this letter I'm confining you to one term Sit down, John, you fat motherfucker! [Outro: Watsky] Do do-do-DO do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Cool