Son Little Carbon lyrics

Chemistry won't let me wait, hit you with this invertebrate.
Raise your full glass and celebrate, I'll have a laugh no matter what you say.
Too gone, carbon.
Each one has its weight, only.
My love is born on the telephone, used to drive you home.
Put the parking brake on we used to get it on.
Mom and dad was never home.
I'll sing the song, momma won't you sing along?
All night long.
Carbon, each one has its weight.

Only.
Mister Theodore Lord of Astor, you holding court since the day you're born.
Well you might be richer, but if your soul is poor, get every wish and still you want more.
Oh my God, Carbon.
Each one has its weight, only.