 My cousins are just like two peas in a pod They really want their own place I mean you think living with two people in a studio is bad The first three months of my life there was a newspaper strike try sharing the space of a little pod But the women here aren't comfortable sharing a bathroom with those dang peas hate each other What I mean when you can hear the peas through the pod exclaiming to each other Living with you was worse than being eaten by a giant monster. I'd rather be murdered That's when you know the veggies they're ripe for picking