Why can't I feel good saying good things? I just want to show your smile to my eyes and sing Your deep end Would lack the water to reach my knees And my stomach Is the subject of a boyscout merit badge I'd like to say that I'm on top of the game But I will forfeit before we tie I am disqualified If we threw a party For every penny thrown in the dish Nobody's pants would fit Don't flatter yourself You're not worth the lyric baby Oh, stings just a little? It hurts me too So I think I should think not to buy you this drink Or waste my sense of humor before I die But I'll stand here petrified While the black-lights act as billboards To the dandruff on our shoulders And when the barstool calls me over I have to give in before I give up I'll admit this was fun But I need someone more capable of giving a f** Not f**ing to get Like a landmine makes an amputee You just have to make a fool of me You would just love to make a fool of me Wouldn't you? Why can't I feel good about saying good things? I just want to show your smile to my eyes and sing "Happy veteran's day".