M.C. Frontalot - Your Friend Wil [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Your friends, always honest with you, tell you the truth

They respond, on occasion, "you're behaving uncouthly

And had ought to clean up your act."

You've got one in particular, dispenses with tact

Says it plain to your face, his advice unimpeachable

Feel chastised? Any animal's teachable

Any goal's reachable. Let us embark

We declare; we declaim; we decry. We remark

That ethics and etiquette have yet to jump shark

(dynamite strapped to them but yet to set spark)

With that in mind, employ each as it lingers

Keep the phrase in ready reach of your fingers

Lest you forget for a moment the edict

Trap agape, frozen; pull out and read it

Your friend consistently counsels the same

Urging all dickishness struck from the game



Your friend Wil

Your friend Wil declares

Your friend Wil declares: don't be a dick



How'd your friend get possession of the wisdom;

Once hooked a headset into wrong system

Listened? Heard what? Cock-a-doodle-dos

If you think it's involuntary, get disabused

It's you. You do or you don't, at your discretion

Your dickery's untamed? Practice repression

Act as direction suggests and desist

Your friends all insist. You come down to this:

Got one who warns he could get a little stabby

That'd be bad form, but he gets a little crabby

He's aptly the messenger, hardened of hide

(What if somebody wrote alt.you.die.die.die?)

If you'd see your adherence assured all the more so

Silkscreen what your friend said on your torso

Wear it out proudly, point and recite

Any dick walks by got to save versus contrite