Damnwells - New Delhi lyrics

What's the deal with you and Lucinda? She said that you broke her hymen While playing kick ball I just think that you really weren't trying I've seen you slay bigger dragons In the Moorestown mall Give me a call, we're [Incomprehensible] Run and slide on your belly Folks are in New Delhi We're making prank calls I don't think you really remember There's something behind your eyes When you punched Sam Roy But please excuse our son, he doesn't feel right He just doesn't seem to enjoy all the things That a little boy should Give me a call, we're having a ball Go and turn on the TV Naked women on 63 I wish I was tall, alright Gloria just confused with Walter She would never hold hands with a boy like you 'Cause you're made of slime Don't tell me that my boy has big problems Don't you worry about my son He'll be just fine Give me a call, we're [Incomprehensible] Run and slide on your belly Folks are in New Delhi We're making prank calls Give me a call, we're having a ball Go and turn on the TV Naked women on 63 I wish I was tall Don't you wish you were tall We're having a ball We're having a ball We're having a ball We're having a ball We're having a ball We're having a ball We're having a ball