My heathen baby sister thinks I'm twisted because I write such great lyrics. I think she's just jealous because she didn't think of "I Have Two Little Boobs" first. I will not stoop to inserting a joke about her small boobs.
Congnitive Dissenter has deep lyrics and scathing social commentary but mine are just...well...simple and shallow.
Sung to the tune of "I Am Like a Star"
I am like a blight on my family,
A blemish for the whole ward to see.
Just because I think,
The gospel has a stink,
They think that the stink comes from me.
BTW, my several-great-grandfather wrote the lyrics to quite a few hymns in the hymnbook. I must have got my talent from him.