I you to get a gun And on down to Washington And I want you to climb up in the sky and shoot them all
Th-th-they, d-d-don't to live What did ever give to you? Na na na na na
You know what I you to do? I want you to go to that apartment that guy keeps playing that Barry Manilow record Copacabana over and and over again
I you to ring the doorbell And he answers the door I want you to stab him in the With a number 2 pencil over and over and again he must pay, chop him up, put him in the freezer And as you leave the apartment, light the on fire
in my head, these are The voices in my in my head these are The in my ear You should dress up like a
Hi, you never called me I got the pictures from Thanksgiving I don't why you wear that earring? If your was alive, I don't know what he'd say
I was to Mrs. Corelli yesterday You know Bobby Corelli who was in grade? He got promoted again in his law He's 175,000 a year now, are you on drugs?
Why don't you call me back? When are you gonna get married Isn't it about time you settled down and got yourself a 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 voices in my Voices in my These are the voices in my The voices in my Why, why is it every time I gotta on a fuckin' line?
Why is it every I turn on my television set I gotta see Struthers and those starving kids? Why somebody just send her a check And shut her and those god kips up? Where's Rob Reiner when you him?
Why, why they drop 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 in my head in my head these are The voices in my
in my head, these are The voices in my in my head these are The in my head Stop, stop, stop when singing