The Lyrics
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, okay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (good tip to not write shit, don't write shit)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah-eah-heah-eah-eah-eah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
It brings a rage to the pedant in me
When I spot this in anything that I read
Confusion thrives (thrives) when people write (write)
Lists and they don't keep in mind
That when you're listin' off (off) "my parents, Rand and God" (god)
Know how that comes off (off)? Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Your mum and dad were not (not) those last two listed off (off)
That's how it looks, clot (clot), oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
That Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh)
That Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh)
Learn to use your grammar (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Yes, it really matters (oh, oh)
That Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh)
You may be right in that most people read, uh (oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah-eah)
And understand from context what each line means
So my whole fight (fight) to make things right (right)
Is just plain fruitless, but I
Refuse to call it off (off), I hate when things are wrong (wrong)
And so I won't stop (stop), oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
The fact that I abhor (-hor) when books break grammar laws (laws)
Is all of my core (core), oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
That Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh)
That Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh)
Makes me go berserker (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Please be an inserter (oh, oh)
Of Oxford commas, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh)
Some say it looks ugly, I-I get their thinking
But they're still lazy, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
They don't know all the workings of the words that they speak
M-M-Makes me wanna punch things, yeah
Mock my priorities (priorities), riff on what I think (wh-what, wh-at I think)
All of my deeds (my, my deeds) are nothing
They're something cause if I stop this
Then they will not stop causing brief confusion (ooh-ooh-oh-ooh, no)
That Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah-eah, oh, oh)
That Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
That Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
That Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh) (hey, hey, I may act a jerk)
Though it makes me friendless (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, hey)
I will never end this (oh, oh) (hey, hey, means that they're the jerks)
That Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
Oxford comma, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh)