Dale

Put 'em on an island in some other place then we’ll have them destroyed.
They know what I want; know what I need.
They leave me alone and annoyed.
They make me burn they make me bleed.
They dazzle me dirty.
Dale, oh might as well be dead; might as well be blind.
I can’t get a second glance half of the time.
Must be something in the water that I drink that makes me like Dale.
So sick and tired of meeting girls high off of hairspray.
So much hair care and nothing to say.
They make me tall, they make me short, they make me brown, they make me blue,
they make me ugly, they make me go ut and kill at night.
I’m so sick and tired of being Dale.