I you to get a gun And head on down to And I you to climb up high in the sky and shoot them all
Th-th-they, d-d-don't to live did they ever give to you? Na na na na na
You know what I you to do? I you to go upstairs to that apartment Where that guy keeps playing Barry Manilow record Copacabana over and over and over
I want you to the doorbell And when he the door I want you to him in the neck With a number 2 pencil over and and over again Because he must pay, him up, put him in the freezer And as you leave the apartment, light the on fire
Voices in my head, are The voices in my Voices in my these are The in my ear You should up like a clown
Hi, you never called me I got the pictures back from I don't know why you wear that If your father was alive, I don't what he'd say
I was talking to Mrs. Corelli You know Bobby Corelli who was in grade? He got promoted again in his law making 175,000 a year now, are you on drugs?
Why don't you ever me back? When are you gonna get son? Isn't it time you settled down and got yourself a wife And got yourself a and got a kid and got a car And got a dog and got a lawnmower and got a picket fence
in my head, these are The in my head in my head These are the in my head The voices in my Why, why is it time I gotta wait on a fuckin' line?
Why is it every time I turn on my set I gotta see Sally Struthers and those starving Why can't 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 the bomb Right on top of Na na na na na
Voices in my head, are The voices in my Voices in my head are The in my head
Voices in my head, are The voices in my Voices in my these are The in my head
Voices in my head, are The in my head in my head these are The in my head Stop, stop, stop you're singing