Timmy One Thousand’s head,
Oh, it is so about fried, with chagrin,
Timmy One Thousand’s head,
Oh, it is so worn out, dried, cooked again,
He’ll try his A-hole way,
Thinks he’s hip, sells on EBay,
He’s on crack, he’ll say nay,
Timmy One Thousand, Timmy One Thousand

Timmy One Thousand’s head,
Oh, it is so about fried, schnook, has-been,
Timmy One Thousand’s head,
Oh, it is so worn out, snide, hooked on gin,
He’ll write his sad refrain,
Baits you, skips, and he will stray,
He’s a hack, a lame play,
Timmy One Thousand, Timmy One Thousand

A song he’ll post, his mind is toast,
About a slight in pay he finds no cheer,
He has no class, there’s too much boast,
He’s a little bland, he spells out trills, a song for peers

He’ll jack you up, with things profound,
He’ll rant, excrete, while squirming ‘bout a noun,
He’ll try to lie, he stoops so low,
He’ll show he’s tactless each day, he’s gonna blow
Timmy One Thousand, Timmy One Thousand

Flute solo

He’ll fake you out, you’ll cringe and frown,
He’ll chant and bleat, lacks brains, you found,
He’ll cry, he’s high, a loopy ho’
Timmy One Thousand,

He’ll vie for ego gain,
He’ll make his blips, confound, decay,
Methinks he lacks a sane way,
Timmy One Thousand, Timmy One Thousand
Timmy One Thousand, Timmy One Thousand
Timmy One Thousand. (Fade out with music)