Yeah, check the citrus levels.
He thought he was a ghost, huh?
Met a man named McArthur, a real-life lemon-head,
Rubbed the juice on his face, 'I'm invisible!' he said,
Walked in the bank with the yellow on his cheek,
He thought they couldn't peek,
Logic like a sour patch, brain like a grape,
Trying to use a condiment to make a great escape.
Oh, Lemon Juice Man, you’re sour and you’re bright,
Thought you were a phantom in the middle of the light!
Yellow, yellow, yellow—you're glowing on the screen,
The dumbest bank robber that the world has ever seen.
Just a bottle of Minute Maid.
He looked the lens in the eye...
And thought he was a ghost.
Sir, the juice works for letters, not for felonies.
Someone get this man a salad.
