[Intro]

Ba-da-ba-ba-ba

Ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

[Verse 1]

You go right through me

I go right through but I'm about to

Go on reminding you

I am about to see you through it

[Refrain]

Ba-da-ba-ba-ba

Ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

Ba-da-ba-ba-ba

[Verse 2]

Your mouth, not mind is open wide

You don't have a clue

I, I am a reminder

He's got a voice, so talk to yourself

[Verse 3]

So lift the bad weight off your molars

And let the thoughts fall off your tongue

Because I'm calling, calling, calling

I've never written to anyone

So this is about ugly lovers

And this is about pretty songs

'Cause I'm a bastard, bastard, bastard

In my lipstick, I'm so much fun

[Verse 4]

Connect your wood feet to a motor

And the chrome dance trophy is won

A little classy plastic lumber

I'm embarrassed but I ain't that stunned

Looks like the humans' days are numbered

That's a sitcom that was number one

'Cause we're a past tense late rate mowers

Emerson thoroughly failed to convince us

Not to mess this place up

(Shameful, shameful, shameful, shameful)