They call me Boom-Boom. I like it noisy.
Acoustics are wonderful under this dome.
Although the space is crowded with gray stuff
That rarely gets used, I still call it home.
Many’s the man who thinks I’m a pain
But think twice before you condemn me, sport—
You wish you were as determined as me
And I’m against drugs of any sort.
Maybe I cause you trouble and stress
And ring in your ears like clanging bells,
But that’s my job. What’s your excuse
When you cause a headache to someone else?
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