I you to get a gun And head on to Washington And I want you to climb up High in the sky and shoot all
Th-th-they, d-d-don't deserve to What did ever give to you? Na na na na na
You what I want you to do? I want you to go to that apartment Where that guy keeps that Barry Manilow record Copacabana and over and over again
I you to ring the doorbell And when he answers the I want you to stab him in the a number 2 pencil over and over and over again Because he must pay, chop him up, put him in the And as you leave the apartment, light the place on
in my head, these are The voices in my Voices in my these are The in my ear You should dress up a clown
Hi, you never me back I got the pictures back from I don't know why you wear that If your father was alive, I know what he'd say
I was to Mrs. Corelli yesterday You know Bobby Corelli who was in your He got again in his law firm He's 175,000 a year now, are you on drugs?
Why don't you ever call me When are you gonna get married Isn't it about time you settled and got yourself a wife And got a house and got a kid and got a car And got a dog and got a and got a nice picket fence
in my head, these are The voices in my Voices in my are the voices in my head The in my head Why, why is it every time I gotta wait on a fuckin'
Why is it time I turn on my television set I gotta see Sally and those starving kids? Why somebody just send her a check And shut her and those god kips up? Where's Rob Reiner you need him?
Why, why don't they drop the Right on top of Na na na na na
Voices in my head, are The in my head Voices in my these are The in my head
Voices in my head, are The in my head in my head these are The voices in my
Voices in my head, are The voices in my in my head these are The voices in my Stop, stop, stop you're singing