I ain’t sorry that I am what I am,
‘n what I am sorry for I’m changin’
I got no time for you to shit on my parade,
I’ve got dream commands to work out,
who in the hell knows of a Nickelodeon claymation show set underwater,
preferably with a purple spiky dude.
either I’ve found a repressed show from my childhood,
or my subconscious interprets SpongeBob weird as hell.
