Jay, You, Are, Why?

Jay-walking all day
like you can't find your way,
like you got nothing to pay.
Are you ooking for the bay,
to lay against Fay
and say hey to the one that bays
to the lady that lays?
You need to stop lying.

You believe you can
be the one to ban
authority: the man
with so many fans,
that don't understand
you write with your right hand,
that you don't own your land.
Many say you're pretty bland,
I agree, and you ain't a man
neither, you have no fans.
And there ain't no need to start sighing.

Are you the one
to do what's never been done,
to win what's never been won,
to shun what's never been shunned?
You said you wanna run
over the old nun,
with your one-ton
car that puns your very name?
There ain't no need to be crying.

Why do you think
that you never blink,
but only wink
at the girl you say stinks,
who you call a sausage link,
but you say I'm so big I'll sink?
What do you think
you'll do when you start a-dying?