Hey Matt, yeah Tim, hey have you talked to mark lately?
uhh, i haven't really talked to him lately but he looks pretty, uh, down
ha ha ha, he looks pretty, uh, down

yeah, well, maybe we should cheer him up then
what do you, uh, suppose we should do?
well, does he like butter tarts?


I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week
Indulging in my self-defeat

My mind was thugged all laced and bugged all twisted wrong and beat
A comfortable three feet deep
Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning weak

Impaired my tribal lunar-speak
And across the Capricon if you only say what you would have done
So I missed a million miles of fun


I know it's up for me
You steal my sunshine

Making sure I'm not in too deep
You steal my sunshine
Keeping versed and on my feet

You steal my sunshine

Check, c'mere c'mere, c'mere

wow, look at her
I know
i've never seen Sharon look so bad before

I did once before, but this is pretty bad
yeah, what do you think she got up to last night?
ha ha ha

well, I, Karen i love you
I was lying on the bench slide in the park across the street
l-a-t-e-r that week

My sticky paws were in to making straws out of big fat slurpy treats
An incredible eight foot heap
Now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under heat

Involved an under usual feet
And I'm not only among but I invite who I want to come
So I missed a million miles of fun


I know it's up for me
You steal my sunshine

Making sure I'm not in too deep
If you steal my sunshine
Keeping versed and on my feet


I know it's not for me
You steal my sunshine

Something hard to see
You steal my sunshine
Keeping dumb and built to beat

You steal my sunshine

My Sunshine

You steal my sunshine