Self - Sa**y Britches lyrics

i once knew a girl named sa**y britches and she would call my name 3000 times a day she was running round town burning bridges and now my ride homes never quite the same i once knew a girl named sa**y britches and i swear unto you it's her god given name i told her friends they're stuckup b**hes and now my napkin's soaked with bloodstains the more you learn the less you know i'll bet everything is fine i'll bet everything is fine the more you see the less you show oh yeah, everything is fine this sh** happens all the time oh yeah, everything is fine this sh** happens all the time her family showered me with countless riches yet i'm in a bit of a bind i need much more than that maybe i can sell her cooking - cla**y, tasty, delicious dishes then give my spiel about how it's imported the less you seed the more you grow i'll bet nothing is on time i'll bet nothing is ever on time the more you see the less you show oh yeah, everything is fine this sh** happens all the time oh yeah, everything is fine this sh** happens all the time i need something i can't find oh yeah, everything is fine this sh** happens all the time this sh** happens all the time i still know a girl named sa**y britches and her voice comforts me flying right thru thin air now i've taken time off work to protest her wishes but noone's ever around is there anyone there the more you learn the less you know i'll bet you're all out of line i'll bet you're all out of line (turn around with the wrong reaction) (fake us out with a cheap distraction) the more you reap the more you owe oh yeah, everything is fine this sh** happens all the time oh yeah, everything is fine this sh** happens all the time oh yeah everything is fine this sh** happens all the time oh yeah, everything is fine this sh** happens all the time oh miss britches, sa**y and sweet tell me what more could a young girl be i've got a punk rock band called love we've got songs that consist of 8-bar sections, gritty and brash we got a gig opening for the clash everyone clowned us, sa**y oh sa**y what makes a punk rocker treat us so nasty mountain dew and a pierced eardrum what makes a punk rock act so dumb velvet postcards i'll send ya miss britches bit my tongue and received nine stitches b**hes and ho's always come to the shows popping sugar and bu*terscotch in the nose and it shows cause they'll lose their hair like ted danson snatch up all the kiddies and then hold 'em all for ransom burn all your bridges and then build 'em back with plastic little old ladies makin' cookies from elastica and it don't stop there! ex-ba** players all have blue hair boo-boop-be-doop-a-shang-a-lang-coccoa-puff kurt haggadorn has a self big-muff betcha makes ya dizzy watch the big wax spin turn it up to 20, just a suggestion