The first time I tried peanut butter was amazing
But the second time, boy, I thought I was going crazy
I had the jar in my hand, but from inside
I heard a voice, loud and clear, trying to talk to me, it said
I don't know if you ever found yourself in that situation
Having a peanut butter jar telling you the truth about the nation
It was articulate and clear, every word a revelation
The solution to all the problems put in simple terms like this
Now, don't get me wrong, I get how special that was
But I needed to think and, you know, just, take a pause
I was getting agitated, mainly because
PB lost it's temper and just started commanding me like this
I was not about to take orders from Peanut Butter
Or any other kind of product, for the matter
So excuse me, if I burst to tears
When you offer peanut butter I might cry like this