Oxford Comma

Who gives a fuck About an Oxford comma I've seen those English dramas too They're cruel So if there's any other way To spell the word It's fine with me, with me Why would you speak to me that way Especially when I always said that I Haven't got the words for you All your diction dripping With disdain Through the pain I always tell the truth Who gives a fuck About an Oxford comma I climbed to Dharamsala too I did I met the highest lama His accent sounded fine To me, to me Check your handbook It's no trick Take the chapstick Put it on your lips Crack a smile Adjust my tie Know your boyfriend Unlike other guys Why would you lie About how much coal you have Why would you lie About something dumb like that Why would you lie About anything at all First the window Then it's to the wall Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth Check your passport It's no trick Take the chapstick Put it on your lips Crack a smile Adjust my tie Know your butler Unlike other guys Why would you lie About how much coal you have Why would you lie About something dumb like that Why would you lie About anything at all First the window Then it's through the wall Why would you tape my conversations Show your paintings At the United Nations Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth