She was blessed with a knack

For giving bad advice


He's got five thumbs on his left hand


Five more on his right




Well her mom left town


With the supermarket clerk

But her dad was only jealous


'Cause the kid had work


And the boy stays home all day

'Cause of paranoia





He's got Kung-Fu grooves

That can never be imitated


She's got a fashion queen walk


And she wears her blue jeans faded




He's got moves with the puck


That we've never ever seen

And his girlfriend's twenty two


And he's just seventeen


And she gives advice

That'll ease your paranoia





And we all need someone to save our souls

'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours


And we all need someone to save our souls


'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours

And we all need someone to save our souls


'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours


And we all need someone to save our souls

'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours