That hobo is crazy He’s yelling at that baby But he’s got no arms Who is wrong? Who did that to him? In the year 2000, The idiot was cool He’s in a trance In cargo pants Bending all the rules When he thinks ‘bout violence It’s like it ain’t even real He got Grand Theft Auto And Full Throttle Laying next to him, And he wishes it was his own girlfriend. Yeah, he wishes it was his own girlfriend, And he wishes it was his own girlfriend, And he wishes “it” was; Like that hobo’s crazy, He’s grabbing that poor lady But he’s got no arms Something’s wrong No one will help him. He’s so lost in feeling And I’m so past believing Cuz as a man, I got to understand: How that can happen. And I’m happy I got my own girlfriend. Well, I’m happy I got my own girlfriend. I got what I got. So, leave me alone.