Prick

I was shaking with laughter

Scared the bratty children

Did I destroy the ambiance

I'm sure for that hoity toity patronIt wasn't pretty when I looked into the face

Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos

What's the, what's the, who's the prickWe was hidden in the potted plants

I know and we was no obnoxious

But I could see, there in the sun room

The growing storm of disapprovalIt wasn't pretty when I looked into the face

Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos

What's the, what's the, who's the prick