Nope you’re too late I’m already dad
I’m not tryna ruin your fun
But cook me burgers with cheese
Oh please I’m begging you, Gene
‘Cause I can’t rely on Louise
No, she’s too mean
And I don’t care about Pesto
No, I’m not green
If you see me out in Quahog, say hi
But if you meet me at the Clam, I’m a talkative guy
Maybe we’ll talk over beers and remember the time
And we know even at my Lois, I’m a family guy
Yeah a lot of white boys do impressions of me
And you always see my clips on your FYP
But that algorithm’s always tryna censor me
They’re even worse than the fellas at the FCC
Next day I’m walking to Moe’s
Choked the boy, it’s my fault
My life was comedy gold
But now it’s just getting old
I look deep down in my heart
Know I should be home with Marge
But work is just getting hard
With Mr. Burns still in charge
I wanna wake up and say
“Good morning USA”
But I can’t get out of bed
It’s comfy here anyway
I think of Hayley and Steve
What will I do when they leave?
At least there’s Francine and Klaus
But Roger’s still in my house