ID got me to thinkin’,

ID put me into a mood stinkin’,

ID & I don’t wanna get old,

ID & I don’t wanna get ugly,

ID & I don’t wanna ever be cold…

Old cuz cur asked if he inspired my ID,

More he does make me lose my lid,

From him I have many times hid,

Such a wackadoodle is he & his ID,

That me & mine just want to of his get rid…

But he knows this is all in fun,

Even though when we see him we run,

He takes away the days sun,

For him I’D like to get a gun,

As always he knows this is nothing but pun…