Buh duh buh buh buh
Bud duh buh buh buh buh buh buh buh
You go right through me

I go right through but I'm about to
Go on reminding you I am about to see you through it
Buh duh buh buh buh

Bud duh buh buh buh buh duh buh buh
Buh duh buh buh buh
Your mouth not mind is open wide

You don't have a clue
I I am a reminder
You've got a voice so talk to yourself

Lift the bad weight off your mullet
And let the thoughts fall off your tongue
Cause I'm callin' callin' callin'

I've never written to anyone
So this is about ugly lovers
And this is about pretty songs

Cause I'm a !@$( !@$( !@$(
In my lipstick I'm so much fun
Connect your wood feet to a motor

And the chrome dance trophy is won
A little classy plastic lumber
I'm embarassed but I ain't that stunned

Looks like the humans' days are numbered
That's a sitcom that was number one
Cause we're a past tense late rate (?)

I must've thouroughly convinced us not to mess this place up
(Shameful shameful shameful)