Issac is a boy I know with hands
He touches himself when he is restless
Moving over all his favorite limbs
Throwing things meanwhile to distract us
Isaac plays bass, piano, and guitar
Always likes to occupy his fingers
Taunts his lips with hookahs and cigars
Likes to have something on which to linger
Playing such a sadist he locks me in his room
Says, "when you're done writing you will get to move"
All the while playing some happy stolen tune
I like his friend, whose in his band
Isaac likes to tell compulsive lies
Never met a boy who was more friendly
He will be most anything you like
Unless he has you trapped in his fucking purgatory
He's talking quite incessantly, I don't have room to breathe
Yet I know regardless he will never let me leave
Even if I beg him, "Ike, I'm dying, please!"
And suddenly out of the blue he hears my desperate pleas
Sticks his hand down his pants and tells me he's hungry
I never really thought that he would ever let me leave
His friends outside, I catch his eye
He grabs my hand, and suddenly a song's in my head
But I'm not telling
Issac is a boy I know with hands
He touches himself when he is restless
Moving over all his favorite limbs
But I never met a more lovable jackass