The President of Vice by The Cheer of Senior Year Lyrics
Here he is, it’s Reverend Christopher Michael Klan
The guy we’re talking when we say the words a “beautiful young man”
He’s a master lady-killer; he knows all of a girl’s needs
His success in the DM’s is completely guaranteed
He can spot fake laughter from a two thousand mile distance
And when it comes to parental authority, he gives nothing but resistance
A modern day Thomas Edison, the inventor of static
And just like last Friday, the effects are traumatic
He downs his morning coffee in a Mountain Dew bottle
At the speed at which he rides along with Zach: Full Throttle
There’s no stopping his dangerous influence, so why even bother?
He just has one question: are you closer to your mother or your father?
He strides into Coach Malone’s in his long black trench coat
He’s one bad joke away from leaving with a detention note
After class he heads straight for the bathroom stalls
Where he then blows clouds that reach higher than Angel Falls
Nothing but hits are lined up on his discography
Hearing Joey’s Ride is like listening to pornography
He nods his head back and forth in a steady paced rhythm
As Dr. Watts reveals the secrets of math in a full blown cataclysm
Chris represents death in the infamous Four Horsemen
As he sends any classroom into a behavioral distortion
In drafting, Kent looks at him with self-righteous disapproval
Chris’s psychoanalytic response makes him nothing but rueful
Reverend Chris doesn’t want to help Uncle Sam, he's gonna stick it to the man
Cause only he knows what went down in Birmingham
He likes to put in his headphones and run around the yard
Watch out girls: stretch marks are his trump card
With unlimited executive power; he's the President of Vice
If you wanna party, just ask for the price
The guy we’re talking when we say the words a “beautiful young man”
He’s a master lady-killer; he knows all of a girl’s needs
His success in the DM’s is completely guaranteed
He can spot fake laughter from a two thousand mile distance
And when it comes to parental authority, he gives nothing but resistance
A modern day Thomas Edison, the inventor of static
And just like last Friday, the effects are traumatic
He downs his morning coffee in a Mountain Dew bottle
At the speed at which he rides along with Zach: Full Throttle
There’s no stopping his dangerous influence, so why even bother?
He just has one question: are you closer to your mother or your father?
He strides into Coach Malone’s in his long black trench coat
He’s one bad joke away from leaving with a detention note
After class he heads straight for the bathroom stalls
Where he then blows clouds that reach higher than Angel Falls
Nothing but hits are lined up on his discography
Hearing Joey’s Ride is like listening to pornography
He nods his head back and forth in a steady paced rhythm
As Dr. Watts reveals the secrets of math in a full blown cataclysm
Chris represents death in the infamous Four Horsemen
As he sends any classroom into a behavioral distortion
In drafting, Kent looks at him with self-righteous disapproval
Chris’s psychoanalytic response makes him nothing but rueful
Reverend Chris doesn’t want to help Uncle Sam, he's gonna stick it to the man
Cause only he knows what went down in Birmingham
He likes to put in his headphones and run around the yard
Watch out girls: stretch marks are his trump card
With unlimited executive power; he's the President of Vice
If you wanna party, just ask for the price