Sister Jane has a little book

Full of autographs of useless people

Seems a waste of the time she took

And it gets me mad which makes us equal

Ooh, hundreds of people left out in the cold

Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold

Useless information

Tons of useless information

Seems to fill my head

With nowhere else to go

(Isn't it amazing)

Mrs. Payne at the door again

With the news about her operation

Will her god ever make the rain

Wash away such useless information

Ooh, hundreds of people left out in the cold

Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold

Useless information

Tons of useless information

Seems to fill my head

With nowhere else to go

(Isn't it amazing)

Isn't it amazing

Now you can see why

Conversation is dying

And time is passing you by

Turn your ears to the weatherman

Saying it'll be colder in December

Get your boots and your astrakhan

It's been the same for years so I remember

Ooh, hundreds of people left out in the cold

Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold

Useless information

Tons of useless information

Seems to fill my head

With nowhere else to go

(Isn't it amazing)

Useless information

Tons of useless information

Seems to fill my head

With nowhere else to go

Hundreds of people filling my head with useless information

Hundreds of people filling my head with useless information

Hundreds of people filling my head with useless information

Hundreds of people filling my head with useless information...