I wrote this novel just for you
It sounds pretentious but it´s true
I wrote this novel just for you
That´s why it´s vulgar
That´s why it´s blue

And I say, "Thank you"
And I say, "Thank you"
I wrote this novel just for mom
For all the mommy things she´s done
For all the times she showed me wrong
For all the time she sang God´s song
And I say, "Thank you mom
Hello mom, thank you mom
Hi mom"
I read a book about Uncle Tom
Where a whitey bastard made a bomb
But now Ebonics rule our song
Those motherfuckers got it wrong
And I ask, "Who is Uncle Tom?
Who is Uncle Tom?
Who is Uncle Tom?"
You are
I read a book about the self

Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf
But I don´t care for myself
I don´t care for myself
I don´t care for myself
I don´t care
I wrote this novel just for you
I´m so pretentious, yes it´s true
I wrote this novel just for you
Just for you, just for you