as adlibbed to a prefab garage band track: 

I know these 3 chords on my guitar
My hair hangs over my eye
I'm an emo boy, a pigeon chested emo boy
I'm going to cry
I think I'm going to cry, cause I'm an emo boy, an emo boy, an emo boy...
I think I'm going to cry, cause I'm an emo boy,
Ow! My heart just broke in pieces
Can't you see my heart is broken
I'm wearing a black tee shirt
That shows my heart is broken.
My skin's so pale it looks like skim milk in my veins
I drew a picture in Sharpie marker on my hand
An emo boy, an emo boy, I'm going to cry
(My jeans are wearing out -- my mom just bought me new ones, but I still wear the old ones)
My angel wings are pinching me! My angel wings are pinching me!
I made them out of coat hangers I found in my mom's closet
I used the safety pins that kids sometimes put in their cheeks, 
But I don't want to put a safety pin in my cheek...
They're on my jeans.
Safety pins on my jeans, they hurt me so...
(My girlfriend looks like I do, she looks exactly like me, I'm wearing her mascara)
My heart is breaking
My heart is broken
I'm wearing a black tee shirt
Safety pins in my jeans, they hurt me so
a pigeon chested emo boy
I'm going to cry.


Pigeon Chested Emo Boy

The Mish Pazish

This is a blues song about airport food:

Got in late in Denver,
Ran to catch my flight
Got no time for Wolfgang Puck
I don’t wanna stay all night

I want some mustard on my roll,
I want some mustard on my roll,
It pains me to my soul, I got no mustard on my roll

So I stopped at a kiosk,
On the way to my plane
Got a sad looking sandwich
All wrapped in cellophane

But I got no mustard on my roll,
I want some mustard on my roll,
It pains me to my soul, I got no mustard on my roll

It’s got ham and cheese on it
Flattened to a paste
Some slimy wilted lettuce 
And a truly depressing taste

Cause there’s no mustard on my roll,
Good lord! I want some mustard on my roll,
It pains me to my soul, I got no mustard on my roll

Flight attendant, please help me
I’m so tired and pale
Just pour me a beer
Don’t want no goddamn ginger ale

I got no mustard on my roll,
Just gimme some mustard on my roll,
It pains me to my soul, I got no mustard on my roll

Don’t want no dry old sandwich
Don’t want no plastic knife
Don’t give me your packet of mayonnaise, 
Or I just might take your life

I got no mustard on my roll,
Just gimme some mustard on my roll,
It pains me to my soul, I got no mustard on my roll


The Umami Sisters