Dear Jani Lane

Dear Jani Lane
 Would you please explain
 Where did the Down Boys go?
 Did you spend all the cash?
 From drinkin', smokin' hash,
 and doing too much blow?
 You ran around the world
 Ran around the world
 Drank the finest wine
 Platinum several times
 You had a lot fun, Jani
 Now I want mine
 Dear Jani Lane
 I wrote to explain
 I always thought you rocked
 But have you lose your mind
 Did you flip your lid
 I saw you with a mohawk
 You partied town to town
 Married Bobbi Brown
 Houses in the hills
 Hundred dollar bills
 You ain't a punk rocker, Jani
 You're from '89
 Dear Jani Lane
 Please let's refrain
 Heaven's too far away
 That "Uncle Tom's Cabin"
 Really kicked my ass
 But "Dog Eat Dog" was gay
 So write another hit
 Write another hit
 Sing another song
 Rhyme another rhyme
 I always liked your stuff, Jani
 How do you like mine?
 P.S. Mom and dad, this is Jani
 Jani, this is my mom and dad
 He wrote a monster ballad
 He wrote a monster ballad
 Where did the Down Boys go?
 Where did the Down Boys go?
 Where did the Down Boys go?
 Where did the Down Boys go?