Leaping through the Hoops,
This anarchy is done.
I want all the tasty scoops!
Load my cone with all thirty-one
Flavors.
I'm tired or returning empty favors.
Doing favors for everyone,
but nothing more is ever done
To help me reach the sun;
Reach up to grasp some sun.
So now I'm hungry
For new debasement.
Now I'm taking all thirty-one!
A taste of innocence,
A taste of pride.
Show some insolence.
So what, if you lied?
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
If it gets you closer to thirty-one flavors,
It'll be worth it in the end!
Don't wait and hope for more,
Or it could be too late to buy out the store!
Haste--Haste makes waste!
Don't deny yourself a taste any longer,
Of thirty-one flavors.
Just for once, savor
The sweet taste of victory,
The taste of real success.
Ignore the honesty;
You are now one of the blessed.
Give morality a rest!
