It’s that time of the night, when the feelin’s right
For doin’ shit, but you gotta get
Your homework done and it isn’t fun
And your roommates pry to watch the Family Guy
And you know you want it you always want it
You’ll watch it to you puke you’ll watch it till you vomit
You’ll be doin’ fine on the homework
When someone walks in and puts the DVD in
You know what’s happenin’ as soon as you hear
The opening song and your mission is clear
There’s no time to think, no time to blink
Don’t wanna miss a laugh, don’t wanna be stuck
So slap me in the face if I say
I can’t watch The Family Guy, tell me “Shut the F*** Up!”
We have a dozen couches, plenty of room
It feels so good, but you’ll be doomed
If you put shit off, another day
And let the television, get in the way
Last night you slacked to the M-O-S-T
Decided who you are from the Big Lebowski
A little Geos, a little English
Clean yo room, feed yo fish
Homework’s the last, thing on yo mind
Yo Stewie, Cut dat shit
Giggity Giggity Gone…