I got a zit
Sittin' on my face
I got a pimple
That I can't erase
Oh, I squeeze it
Squish it until it's dry
But then it comes back
In a place nearby
I got solutions
That corrode my skin
I put on face cream
'Til my cheeks cave in
But my acne keeps comin' back . . .
Oh I go to bed at night
Freshly washed skin, not a blemish in sight
But when I wake up in the morning . . .
My complexion I'm a-scorning . . .
'Cause my face has erupted with zits!
Can someone help me
I can't even get a date
I'm twenty-seven
Can anyone relate?
Is there a reason?
Is this a message from God?
Have I been chosen?
Or am I merely a clod?
I got a zit
Perched on my nose now
I want to remove it
I wish I knew how
But I can't find a simple cure
And there's no way I can endure
Can anyone tell me for sure
How do you get rid of a zit?