I you to get a gun And on down to Washington And I want you to up high in the sky and shoot them all
Th-th-they, d-d-don't deserve to What did they give to you? Na na na na na
You know what I you to do? I want you to go to that apartment Where that guy keeps that Barry Manilow record Copacabana over and and over again
I want you to the doorbell And when he answers the I want you to him in the neck With a number 2 pencil and over and over again he must pay, chop him up, put him in the freezer And as you the apartment, light the place on fire
Voices in my head, are The in my head in my head these are The in my ear You should dress up like a
Hi, you never called me I got the pictures back Thanksgiving I don't why you wear that earring? If your father was alive, I know what he'd say
I was to Mrs. Corelli yesterday You know Bobby who was in your grade? He got promoted in his law firm He's making 175,000 a now, are you on drugs?
Why don't you call me back? are you gonna get married son? Isn't it about time you down and got yourself a wife And got yourself a and got a kid and got a car And got a dog and got a lawnmower and got a nice picket
Voices in my head, are The in my head Voices in my are the voices in my head The voices in my Why, why is it every I gotta wait on a fuckin' line?
Why is it every time I turn on my set I gotta see Sally Struthers and those starving Why can't somebody just send her a And her and those god damn kips up? Rob Reiner when you need him?
Why, why don't they the bomb Right on top of Na na na na na
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in my head, these are The voices in my Voices in my these are The in my head Stop, stop, stop you're singing