2000

Take me back to 2000
When I had a flowing beard
And golden hair down to my waist

Back then all I wore was felt
And it felt so good
Like getting slapped with a mitten

Weird Flakes were the drug of choice
And they felt so good
When they dissolved on your eyeballs

I guess it couldn't last though
All that last century residue
Was only good for one hit

Now we're deep in the new decade
With a buzz cut and an attitude adjustment
Like an egg cracked on the blacktop

Quick, somebody put me in cryo-freeze
And don't wake me up
Until the clock strikes 3000!