Prick

<br>I was shaking with laugther<br>scared the bratty children<br>did I destroy the ambience<br>I`m sure for that hoity-toity patron<br><br>it wasn`t pretty when I looked into the face<br>oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos<br>what`s the, what`s the, who`s the prick<br><br>we was hidden in the potted plants<br>I know and we was no obnoxious<br>but I could see, there in the sun room<br>the growing storm of disapproval<br><br>it wasn`t pretty when I looked into the face<br>oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos<br>what`s the, what`s the, who`s the prick<br><br>I ain`t supposed to laugh<br>can`t let your children see that<br>I ain`t supposed to wonder<br>what`s the, who`s the prick<br>what`s the, who`s the prick<br>what`s the, who`s the prick<br>what`s the, what`s the, who`s the prick