The lumberjack song was playing on repeat in my head. I had to do something about it, which in this case means changing the lyrics to suit a word play that my friend made: Hell’s Angel therapy.
I was feeling a bit down of late
Due to the self-doubt gnome’s rare breeding rate.
I could not sleep, I could not run,
I could not crack smile.
My good friend told me to have fun:
Hell’s Angel therapy for a while!
I was learning how to ride them bikes,
How to dress in leather with too many spikes.
I did some drugs, and sold them too,
Assaulted people with primal style.
I learned not to worry,
But put the road behind me by the mile.
Six months of therapy have gone and passed,
I can’t believe the number of friends I’ve amassed.
I killed some too, as they crossed the line,
But that was in the past.
Now I’ll live my life like a normie
And hope that it will last.
I’ll live my life like a normieeeeee,
And hope that it will last!