Junior Mint

Junior mint Draws the line Shakes his stick Overbites And proves he's got a critical mind Born again Cashing in Must be deaf Going blind But he's still got a critical mind You attack like a cop Lay down the law But you're under the bed and you want to be on top You're a blind watchdog and you're easily led Thought we were the cheating type But you're the one who believed the hype And you're the one who f***s celebrities You're nothing but a nickname Does it get you behind closed doors And let you break some rules So you can get to the core And break it down to a molecule