I you to get a gun And head on down to And I want you to up high in the sky and shoot them all
Th-th-they, d-d-don't deserve to What did they give to you? Na na na na na
You know I want you to do? I you to go upstairs to that apartment that guy keeps playing that 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 2 pencil over and over and over again Because he must pay, him up, put him in the freezer And as you leave the apartment, the place 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 back from Thanksgiving I don't know why you wear that If your father was alive, I don't know what say
I was talking to Mrs. Corelli You know Corelli who was in your grade? He got promoted again in his law making 175,000 a year now, are you on drugs?
Why you ever call me back? When are you gonna get married Isn't it about time you 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 and got a nice picket fence
in my head, these are The in my head Voices in my are the voices in my head The in my head Why, why is it every time I gotta on a fuckin' line?
Why is it every time I on my television set I gotta see Sally Struthers and those starving Why can't somebody just her a check And shut her and god damn kips up? Where's Rob Reiner when you him?
Why, why don't they the bomb Right on top of Na na na na na
Voices in my head, are The in my head in my head these are The in my head
Voices in my head, are The voices in my in my head these are The voices in my
Voices in my head, are The voices in my Voices in my head are The in my head Stop, stop, stop you're singing