I washed my hair with a bar of soap

But it wasn't like the last time

I wandered the streets of New Orleans 

But I didn't hear Dixieland jazz once

Just a bunch of crap hip hop shit

And young fuck faces smoking pot

They all dressed like fuck knows what

and they talked like they wanted to "do a super burrito"

I couldn't help it but god only knows

Time will tell I guess

My days are long gone

The world belongs to these assholes

Good for them and their shitty ways