I'll buy a pair of jeans
A stylish means
A groovy masterpiece

I'll cover them with paper men
And books on zen


Records shot with darts
Talk your way out of this one - blah, blah, blah...


I wrote a song for you
I wrote a song for you


I'll sleep till after three
I'll brush my teeth
I'll wash my feet

I don't feel well
You couldn't tell
I look like hell


Records shot with darts
Talk your way out of this one - blah, blah, blah...


I wrote a song for you
I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you
I wrote a song for you
I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you
I wrote a song for you
I wrote a song for you