I wonder if you can pick up
My yawning on the phone
When I call across the country
When I call for no reason
I will bore you with my singing
Like I?m doing now
As you drink your crappy Semillon
That gets you pi**-der by the hour
and I?m boring still
and I?m boring still
I am b-o-ring still

We took the bus to Freo
(gosh we get around)
I wrote some new bad lyrics
With that same old banal sound
And I miss you like a bad smell
I can?t stand you anymore
Today I dream of anyone and not of you for sure
?cause you are boring still
and I am boring still
Yeah we are b-o-ring still

You know it?s ok
I?m kinda happy to be dull
But I think I?m gonna throw up
If you keep on warbling
And if I ever come home and I am not sure if I will
I hope you?re not gonna
Keep on singing still
Oh yeah but I guess you f***ing will
Oh, I?m yawning still

You know we got it sorted
We really got it down
To a fine art at Freo
In that sleepy tiresome town
I wonder what I?m drinking
The label says it?s Chardonnay
But it tastes all watered down
God I?m so bored and have nothing left to say?
I am boring still
I am irksome still
I am tedious still
Oh I?m exhausting still
They like me in Albany still
I?m in (yawn) a contract still