R.J. JohnsonB. Lee

I'll buy a pair of jeans

A stylish means

A groovy masterpiece

I'll cover them with paper men

And books on zen

Records shot with darts

Talk your way out of this one - blah, blah, blah...

I wrote a song for you (x 2)

I'll sleep till after three

I'll brush my teeth

I'll wash my feet

I don't feel well

You couldn't tell

I look like hell

Records shot with darts

Talk your way out of this one - blah, blah, blah...

I wrote a song for you (x 8)