ColdmaN5 - Turntables Galore and Millard Fillmore Lyrics

I whistle to my mom
From the other side of my car
She covered her ears in fear
Of being ridiculed
I said she had nothing to worry about
If she provided 2 forms of ID
She said "I don't have enough time"

We pull over next to a
Futuristic hover craft
And I pull out my wallet
Of fractions
This should be enough to
Cover your stay here
Just tell them we're with
Millard Fillmore
I spent and hour or two
Convincing the manager I
Was one of a kind

But he only smiled and
Let loose a barrage of nonsense
I pleaded my case
Once more from the top
But he didn't know where I was
Coming from; with out further a due
I introduced my mom
With a gasp of white light
The manager let us slide by unnoticed
It was kind, but uncalled for

We didn't have much time in the banquet hall
So we made it as quick as we could
Putting my hard-back over my shoulder
I proclaimed that "I was done"
We jotted a few more unnecessary lines
Of music and folded up the booklets
For we knew it was time to leave

Millard Fillmore was not present for this
Re-enactment
But did send his best through a video
Recording
That night my mom and I relaxed
Knowing we did him proud
We would extract another shoe
Lace modulator before he called it a night
But couldn't be sure the shudders would hold
Millard Fillmore has been completed
Oh yeah
Millard Fillmore has been completed