Assy Lunchbox II

(Verse-1)
I’ve got an assy lunchbox.  I’ve got an assy lunchbox.
All the other kids at school, they look so much cooler than I do,
here with my assy, assy lunchbox.

(Verse-2)
I’ve got an assy lunchbox. It’s long lost it’s nifty Thermos-top
and the clip is busted and the hinges are rusted. It squeaks closed.

I’ve got an assy lunchbox.  The jagged handle gives my finger cuts
and I’m pretty sure the paint has lead, now its in the bread of my sangwhich.
I think my mom wants to kill me.

(Verse-3)
All the other kid’s moms bought plastic G.I. Joe or Rambo ones
but my dingy metal Rainbow Bright was handed down from my older sister.

I hate this assy lunchbox.  Its the reason people beat me up.
but I just don’t understand why it makes them so mad that they hurt me.
I guess my mom really hates me.