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, deserve to live What did ever give to you? Na na na na na
You what I want you to do? I want you to go upstairs to 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 him in the neck With a number 2 pencil over and and over again Because he pay, chop him up, put him in the freezer And as you leave the apartment, light the place on
in my head, these 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 from Thanksgiving I don't know why you wear that If your father was alive, I don't know he'd say
I was talking to Mrs. yesterday You know Bobby who was in your grade? He got again in his law firm He's making 175,000 a now, are you on drugs?
Why don't you call me back? When are you get married son? Isn't it about you settled down and got yourself a wife And got a house and got a kid and got a car And got a dog and got a lawnmower and got a nice picket
Voices in my head, are The voices in my in my head These are the in my head The voices in my Why, why is it every time I wait on a fuckin' line?
Why is it every time I turn on my set I gotta see Sally Struthers and those kids? Why can't somebody just her a check And shut her and those god kips up? Where's Rob Reiner you need him?
Why, why they drop the bomb on top of everyone? Na na na na na
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in my head, these are The voices in my Voices in my head are The in my head
Voices in my head, are The in my head Voices in my these are The voices in my Stop, stop, stop you're singing