How goes the weather?
Is it hot, is it cold?
Is it freezing your toes off?
Like the guy who made you?
See, you gonna have something in common,
He's premature balding!
What's that on your face?
Do you like having things shoved in your face,
Or you don't have much of a choice.
With your spindly arms spread out.
Are you welcoming the snow
Or the sun to put you out of your misery?
Alone out there in the cold.
Did you ever think why people have fun
Bringing you to life?