I'd wash the car of an A&R man from PolygramnOr mow his lawn while he was on vacationnPerform complex oral sex acts upon the staffnOf any popular radio stationnnI... will drop pantsnI... will drop pantsnnI'd write a song about pulling a bong and all the humourousnConsequences such endeavours do bringnIt's been done a million and one times before, I knownBut lyrical youth-based humour is a 'now' thingnnI... will drop pantsnI... will drop pantsnnIt should be plain that fleeting fame is all that I desirenBeneath the glow of shallow praise I'm to basknSo I'll wait outside your gate until you will allownMe to degrade myself, you've only to asknnI... will drop pantsnI... will drop pantsnnPick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up,nPut it back down, it's not yours...