Beyond Repair -

When I was just a little tyke, i got my very first own bike,
It was as shiny as shine can be.
It was a boy’s big thrill to ride it up and down the hill
and I was reckless as a boy can be.
One day I cycled into town and I crashed into Mr. Brown
Who ran the bumper cars on ev’ry county fair.
He broke a rib I broke a wheel
He said the rib will surely heal
But your old bike here needs some extra special care.

Well, that’s beyond repair, you better get a spare
or else you end up with a piece of rusty junk
You see, the thing is broke
no joke, it’s up in smoke
so fix it up, don’t be such a lazy punk.

And when I turned twentyone, I thought: You gotta have some fun
And I finally had my first real date.
She was a fine young lady, so I didn’t find it shady
that the girl I went out with had a gun.
As we walked around town she napped the car of Mr. Brown
and robbed a walmart, people, life ain’t fair.
I heard my dreamgirl shoot and yell,
and then I woke up in a cell
This time t’was me who needed very special care.

My life’s beyond repair, I better get a spare
or else I end up like a piece of rusty junk
You see, my life is broke
no joke, it’s really up in smoke
I gotta fix it up, I’m such a lowdown punk.

After I’d done my time, my life turned out just fine
I hold a job, i have a house, a wife and kids.
I go to church every sunday, never show up late on Monday
I made that vow never to loose my wits.
Each time I turn on TV, there’s this dick head I see
who somehow sneaked his dirty path up to White House.
That nasty blond nitwit tweeter, liar and cheater
makes me wanna puke and empty up my bowls

That guy’s beyond repair, let’s try and get a spare
or else the world just turns into a heap of junk
You see, our lifes are broke
no joke, we’re really up in smoke
We gotta fix it up and fire that old punk.