"Her" lyrics - BO BURNHAM

Look at her, balanced on that rotten turtle shell,
Conducting the wind with those two moldy corn dogs.
An old demigod, rightfully covered in bird shit
In the middle of the park.

She hasn't lost it. She's found it-
And it's a disgusting and goofy thing.

If you don't believe me, have a picnic in the park
And enjoy gagging on your homemade cooking.