New Red Pants - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I’ve got new red pants

Got them from a stranger, yeah

I look so attractive that it could kill you

It could kill me too

I’ve got scoliosis

I need Tylenol

Help me break this fever, throw me a curveball

I’ll swing at that curveball, yeah

Ooh, oo-oo-ooh, ooh, oo-oo-ooh

Ooh, oo-oo-ooh, ooh, oo-ooh

I’ve got bad tinnitus

Drives me up the wall

Leave me underwater, I don't want to hear it

I don’t want to hear at all

I’m not into romance

I am into blood

Won’t you bring them a cup, dear

They’re gonna let mine, just like Joan of Arc

Ooh, oo-oo-ooh, ooh, oo-oo-ooh

Ooh, oo-oo-ooh, ooh, oo-ooh

I've got tendonitis

God, I need my hands

Won’t you grant me this one, I’ll make a trade with you

You can have my red pants

Ooh, oo-oo-ooh, ooh, oo-oo-ooh

Ooh, oo-oo-ooh, ooh, oo-ooh