I'm coming home with my degree
and I've got to know if my old room's still free.
Living on my own was such a trip,
I got good at smoking dope and acting hip.
But there's no demand for graduates with black lesbo degrees,
so I'm thinking I can sponge off you in this economy.
Oh, tie a yellow iPad on the old oak tree
if I still get room and board rent-free.
Or forget about that and pass the hat to give me some money,
just tie a yellow iPad on the old oak tree.
Now the whole damned bus is quiet and I can't believe I see ...
you've sold the place, moved out of state without a word to me.
And an all-caps note, "THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE," on the old oak tree.