Slick (Patel's Song) - Dan The Automator

It was football season,

and for some reason,

all the little jocks wanted me.

Matthew was the only non-white, non-jock boy in town.

So the two of us joined forces, and we took 'em all down.

We brawled, and scrapped, and fought for hours.

Nothing could beat Matthew’s mystical powers.

We only kissed once.

After a week and a half, told him to hit the showers.

Dude wait… Mystical powers?

You’ll pay for this, Flowers!

If you want to fight me

Ha!

You’re not the brightest

You won’t know what hit you in the slightest

Me and my fireballs

My Demon Hipster Chicks!

(Tell 'em, Matty!)

I’m talking the talk, cause I know I’m slick!

(S-L-ICK!)

Fireball girls, take this sucker down.

Let us show him what we’re all about

That doesn’t even rhyme!

This is impossible!!!

How can this be???

Open your eyes,

Maybe you’ll see!