Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?   I've seen those English dramas too, they're cruel   So if there's any other way to spell the word   It's fine with me, with me      Why would you speak to me that way?   Especially when I always said that I   Haven't got the words for you   All your diction dripping with disdain   Through the pain   I always tell the truth      Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?   I climbed to Dharamsala too, I did   I met the highest Lama, his accent sounded fine   To me, to me      Check your handbook, it's no trick   Take the chapstick, put it on your lips   Crack a smile, adjust my tie   Know your boyfriend, unlike other guys      Why would you lie about how much coal you have?   Why would you lie about something dumb like that?   Why would you lie about anything at all?   First the window, then it's to the wall   Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth      Check your passport, it's no trick   Take the chapstick, put it on your lips   Crack a smile, adjust my tie   Know your butler, unlike other guys      Why would you lie about how much coal you have?   Why would you lie about something dumb like that?   Why would you lie about anything at all?   First the window, then it's through the wall   Why would you tape my conversations?   Show your paintings at the United Nations   Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth