Tekster:
Nellie Mckay

Look at you you're young Havin' so much fun Gonna be a star Blah blah blah And click there goes the phone I don't wanna know What my Horoscope's predicting

Baby watch your back Baby watch your back I watched you come and go and never noticed Like daily papers, faces, knick-knacks But now I've seen you And

Am I sad Not sad enough really Am I mad Not mad enough clearly Am I complacent Completely Lacking in sincerity Yes indeed I am Am I tough Not tough enough

In high school it was cool to say You look funny, you're a retard dummy A retarded dummy, yeah, you suck out of luck You're no Playboy bunny He he, so

And when the dawn breaks through the drums start Beating the morning to the farm Your grimace widens and your lips part Sounding the silent alarm And

Jimmy you know my love is true Oh Davie, oh, you know I love only you And Mitchie, oh, you give meaning to every day Nathan, hold on, I got something

If you would sit oh so close to me That would be nice like it's supposed to be If you don't I'll slit your throat So won't you please be nice? If you

Dear, I thought I'd drop a line The weather's cool, the folks are fine I'm in bed each night at nine P.S. I love you Yesterday we had some rain But all

I wake up, I am bored To my pictures I implore Should I go or stay What should I be today Make a leap, go to sleep Should I cry or should I weep Where