He sits on the street corner and lights a cigarette
I said my backs dis-aligned, but Im doing my best
I rode in a shopping cart down Main Street
And I can hear the tapping of all the peoples feet I hucked a loogie down in basement of your house
You said, you a**hole, I have to clean that now
But Im so neurotic, I just cant help myself
And youre so erotic with that look on your face I could be on TV
Cause Im bursting at the seams
A mental revolution in me
You f**ed up my dream Truman Capote was a skinny man
And my all my best friends watch C-SPAN
I can do it, because I bite my nails
Politicians have emotion for sale Doritos are crunchy, yogurt is not
Joey said a UFO sold him pot
Racecar backwards is the same thing
I really really really wish I knew how to sing I could be in a magazine
Cause Im bursting at the seams
A mental revolution in me
I f**ed up my dream