I you to get a gun And head on to Washington And I want you to up high High in the sky and shoot all
Th-th-they, d-d-don't to live What did they ever to you? Na na na na na
You what I want you to do? I want you to go to that apartment Where that guy keeps playing that Barry Manilow Copacabana and over and over again
I you to ring the doorbell And when he answers the I you to stab him in the neck With a number 2 pencil over and and over again Because he must pay, chop him up, put him in the And as you leave the apartment, the place on fire
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 called me back I got the back from Thanksgiving I don't why you wear that earring? If your father was alive, I don't know he'd say
I was to Mrs. Corelli yesterday You know Corelli who was in your grade? He got again in his law firm He's 175,000 a year now, are you on drugs?
Why don't you call me back? are you gonna get married son? Isn't it about time you settled 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
in my head, these are The voices in my in my head These are the voices in my The in my head Why, why is it every I gotta wait on a fuckin' line?
Why is it every I turn on my television set I gotta see Sally Struthers and those starving Why can't somebody send her a check And shut her and those god kips up? Where's Rob Reiner you need him?
Why, why don't they drop the on top of everyone? Na na na na na
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in my head, these are The in my head Voices in my head are The voices in my Stop, stop, stop when singing