Cheesing Up My Cornrows for the Prom

I'm late for the big day I look at the clock But the calendar's broken And my date's on her way So I spray my face with bologna And I eat a sandwich made of cologna I brush my teeth with garlic bread And I eat the toothpaste instead I go to take a quick nap Only to find someone stole my couch So far so good I hope this is how it stays Time's winding up Pretty soon she's gonna be here So I frantically wash my tux And I put on my face Just to freshen up I spray on some mace I volunteered to bring cheese and crackers So I gel up my crackers And I cheese up my cornrows Now I'm going to wait outside I lock the door with my wallet And I check my keys for cash Everything is good to go I await her extravagant limo But all that arrives is a rolling lemon I get inside to find I'm allergic to lemon juice And I break out in hives My date's eating sweatpants And wearing animal crackers And that's the moment I know My cornrows are cheesed up nicely I can tell by the smile in her eyes And the twinkle on her lips And the lemon mobile rolls away Into the nightly sunset And the night dances us away