If my name were Howard
I'd dress up in a cummerbund and fez
If my name were Howard
I'd puff all night on funny cigarettes
If my name were Howard
I'd be terrified of getting sucked buck naked down the drain
Into a damp dark world of flesh eating spiders
If my name were Howard
I'd have thought of South Park and be rich as Midas
But my name is Adam Green
I was born on Halloween
One more event I could not control or plan
What else can I do
But make my funny cartoons for you
If my name were Adam
If you hit me with a hammer
I would try to practise passive resistance
But it's a tricky business
If my name were Adam
Terrible phone fact 3
You'd spend seven years of your life waiting for a call from me
If my name were Dorothy
I'd be a Baskerville or Parker
Surrounded by the barking of chihuahuas
If my name were Howard
My tattoo would be a working bar code on the palm of my left hand
That I would slide across any and all automated price checkers
But my name is Adam Green
I was born into a scene
Of dullish alpha males with willing consorts
What else can I do
But make my funny cartoons for you
If my name were Howard
Puppy brains and jism
Two good reasons why you should never let aliens
Prepare your thanksgiving dinner
Puppy brains and jism
Please take a message Miss Brown
I've stapled my tie to my tongue
If my name were Ren Hoek
I would dress in bespoke for chihuahuas
But my name is Adam Green
I was born into a scene
Of gibbering roughneck apes and liquorice allsorts
What else can I do
But vent my spleen on wretches like you
If my name were Franz I would giggle myself stupid
Enjoying my insomnia through the endless Prague nights
If my name were Franz I would wear such tight pants
That people would laugh when I spoke in a funny high voice
I'd dress up in a cummerbund and fez
And my wellington boot would be on the other foot
And my favourite cigarette would be a bergamot cheroot
My cut glass wit refreshing and elegant would enliven
Every slightly jaded party
My remarks would be recorded in order by Miss Dorothy Parker
