It's fun to run, it's fun to play
It's fun to make things out of clay
It's fun to fill your car with gas
It's fun to break.... things made of gla**!
It's fun to spray yourself with Mace
It's fun to squeeze your mothers face
It's fun to mow your daddies Gra**
It's fun to break.... things made of gla**
But broken gla** can cut your hand
And then you'll bleed across the land
Ask any woman, child or man
About the dangers
Of broken gla**...
Broken Gla**....
I like nice girls with gum disease
I like to tickle peoples knees
Don't tell me no just tell me yes
And then we'll break.... things made of gla**
Sometimes I put on special pants
And then I board a plane to France
When I arrive I start to dance
And then I break....things made of gla**
Yeah I know that dance doesn't rhyme with gla**
So What Cha gonna about it huh
But broken gla** will tell you lies
Bleed your soul and blind your eyes
Like a demon with a side of fries
You better be aware.... of broken gla**
Of broken gla** gla**
Harmonica solo!
Mmm, children that gla** sure does look delicious, doesn't it?
But you can't eat it
'cause broken gla** is not a food
So don't you listen to some dude
Who says put cheese on broken gla**
And make a sand-a-wich!
Out of broken gla**...
Let's sing a song about broken gla**
I'll help you write it after cla**
There is no song that can surpa**
The song we sing
[Spoken:] About broken gla**...