"Kansas" lyrics

Feet sweating in my docs, hands jammed in my pockets
Hair a finger in a socket, fire engine red, yeah I punk rock it
Body balled up, tongue stalled up
Walking through that door, I gotta get the balls up

Toothpick twirlin' hair slicked back, says "what's your name G?
Scotty? Well pal everything runs through me
Rubberband Sam is a natural born killer
Mickey and Mallory baby, life is a thriller"

You're not in Kansas
You're not in Kansas anymore
Keep your head up, kid
When you're walking through these doors
You're not in Kansas
I am rattled to my core
You're not in Kansas anymore

I'll help you find your class buddy, envy me
Too funny you're with me the MVP and Mr Dewey
Lame ducks only friends are Hewey and Louie! (Ha ha)
We're across from losers library, twenty two B

You won the lottery meeting, me Scotty
I'll keep you safe, hook you up with a hottie
See that dumb blonde bitch, with real big tits?
Name's Molly, far from a Catholic

That's my right hand bitch, his name's Corey
He does the work, I take, the glory
That four eyed fuck right there, his name's Craig
He don't pay me soon, I'll Kerrigan his legs

You're not in Kansas
You're not in Kansas anymore
Keep your head up, kid
When you're walking through these doors
You're not in Kansas
I am rattled to my core
You're not in Kansas anymore