They Might Be Giants - Circular Karate Chop lyrics

Never took a cla** before in Self defense Never looked at you before with Common sense Gird myself for a short sharp shock Trace myself in sidewalk chalk I'll shut my mouth, you do the talking You're so proud of your circular karate chop Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock From the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big top Detention hall, name on the wall and Locker dent Never mind the withered words of Encouragement Pulling off my anorak sponsored links Dumping out my black backpack Take what you like I'll keep on walking You're so proud of your circular karate chop Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock From the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big top You're still bragging about your telescoping roundhouse kick You're still looking for your Commodore's old control stick So myopic, stay on topic And this world is sick Three rules from your sensei: One: Outsource your feelings. Two: Limit your training to be task-specific. Three: Assign regret to those accountable. Detention hall, name on the wall and Locker dent Never mind the withered words of Encouragement Pulling off my anorak Dumping out my black backpack Take what you like I'll keep on walking You're so proud of your circular karate chop Afternoons in the mirror doing pop and lock From the junk shop to the truck stop to the big big top You're still braggin' about your telescoping roundhouse kick You're still looking for your Commodore's old control stick So myopic, stay on topic Man, this world is sick