Well well well
Look who it is
I haven’t seen you since
We were both kids

Little Miss Royalty
Sash on your waist
Used to watch you when I sat back
By the kid who ate paste

But well well well
What happened here
Someone lost the fight
Against the last several years

Spilling out the chair
With excessive ass
And is that your mouth breather
There fogging the glass

Well well well
It’s the man of the hour
Caught looking at underage
Girls in the shower

How’s it feel knowing
That you’re going to hell
Devil rubs his hands together
Sayin “Well, well, well”

Well well well
What have we here
Fucked around and found out
Though it took years

Hand in the cookie jar
Land in the cell
All because you went
Back to the well, well, well