I'll buy a pair of jeans 

A stylish means 

A groovy masterpiece 

I'll cover them with paper men 

And books on zen 



Records shot with darts 

Talk your way out of this one - blah, blah, blah... 



I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you 



I'll sleep till after three 

I'll brush my teeth 

I'll wash my feet 

I don't feel well 

You couldn't tell 

I look like hell 



Records shot with darts 

Talk your way out of this one - blah, blah, blah... 



I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you