My Name Is Berlusconi Youth. I Live On The Second Floor.
Do you hear that?
The sound of breaking plates, flying cutlery, distant police sirens and drunken sobs?
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you’ve seen me before.
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
I just don’t argue anymore
I just don’t argue anymore.
But look at this Christmas card that Kiwigger and Brony No. 1 sent me (just in time for Orthodox new year and with mysterious burn marks on it).
It’s teh Tebow!