Lyrics
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah
You go right through me
I go right through, but I'm about to
Go on remindin' you, I am about to see you through it
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
Your mouth not mind is open wide
You don't have a clue
I, I am a reminder
You've got a voice, so talk to yourself
So lift the bad weight off your mullet
And let the thoughts fall off your tongue
'Cause I'm callin', callin', callin'
I've never written to anyone
So this is about ugly lovers
And this is about pretty songs
'Cause I'm a bastard, bastard, bastard
In my lipstick, I'm so much fun
Connect your wood feet to a motor
And the chrome dance trophy is won
A little classy plastic lumber
I'm embarrassed, but I ain't that stunned
Looks like the humans' days are numbered
That's a sitcom that was number one
'Cause we're a past tense late rate mowers
I must've thoroughly failed to convince us not to mess this place up
(Shameful)