I spent the summer on my back
Another attack
Stealing just to get along
Turn off the TV, wait in bed
Blue and red,
Somethin' to get along.
Best find a surgeon
Come cut me open
Best find a surgeon
Come cut me open
Dress the undressing for a wall
If mother calls,
She knows well we don't get along
I tell the mailman, "Never you mind
I'll sift through the piles"
For him to just get along
Best find a surgeon
Come cut me open
[repeated]
