I need a verse.

I need someone to help me find it

If you find it first.

I'll offer you an automated autograph

And worse. 

I'll see it you can meet me at the corner bar,

It hurts,

To know there's someone out there

Who's as shallow as a

Grave digger figuring the meaning of life,

Trigger-happy in a field is what you feel

When you die, we scream:



And then you find a place

Where you can get high 

And waste the time away.

The simple things are all you need

To keep you singing:



"Fa, lala, la, la, la, la,

fa, lala, oh.

Fa, lala, la, la, la, la,

fa, lala, oh."



I'm cutting through a backyard,

Of a backport

At a back town.

That's how it goes,

That's how I want to be.

On the good side

Of a good joke

Makes to a good frown.

So mix it up now

Pick it up.

So Jay hates singing to the stereo,

He says, "Haha, haha."

Wherever he goes.



And then you find a place

Where you can get high 

And waste the time away.

The simple things are all you need

To keep you singing:



"Fa, lala, la, la, la, la,

fa, lala, oh.

Fa, lala, la, la, la, la,

fa, lala, oh."

Whoa.



(Laughter)



"la, lala, la, la, la, la,

la, lala, oh.

la, lala, la, la, la, la,

la, lala, oh."