I wrote this novel just for you
It sounds pretentious but it′s true
I wrote this novel just for you
That′s why it′s vulgar
That′s why it′s blue
And I say, thank you
And I say, thank you

I wrote this novel just for Mom
For all the mommy things she′s done
For all the times she showed me wrong
For all the time she sang god′s song
And I say thank you Mom
Hello Mom
Thank you Mom
Hi Mom

I read a book about Uncle Tom
Where a whitey bastard made a bomb
But now Ebonics rule our song
Those motherfuckers got it wrong
And I ask
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
You are

I read a book about the self
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head
Create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf
But I don′t care for myself
I don′t care for myself
I don′t care for myself
I don′t care

I wrote this novel just for you
I′m so pretentious, yes it′s true
I wrote this novel just for you
Just for you
Just for you