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