[Verse 1: Rjam]
My written rhetoric is better quick
I'm smitten sick with a letter trick
'Til I get the medikit
Then I'm back trying to get at it
Fall, slipped and hit my head again
Cause I'm tall, and turned better than
A beyblade on a record in
Full spin, I should get the medics in
Cause this crush is old as the Puritans
In Connecticut
And just thinking that
Gets me sick as a clever kid'd
Get quicker less of his thinking
Gone to a mess of wits
Like cause of chicks
His logic is
On the fritz!