When I call you up, I’m in a rage:
You say I’m a dunce and far from sage.
So I call you “swine,” say that you’re far from fine;
and finally I unwind
with “You’re so seamy.”

I sure know that I wanted to hide.
But I’ll turn the screw; now I’ll deride.
I won’t turn away; it is your turn to pay.
I’ll just turn and say
that you’re so seamy, you’re so seamy.

Slime after slime, with you it’s all about dissin’.
Now is my time, and my attitude I’m switchin’.
Since I’ve turned on you, I have no fear.
What I’m gonna do is in arrears.
What you did was wrong…just couldn’t go on.
I’ll say it loud and long;
“Hey, you’re so seamy, you’re so seamy.

Mime, passive mime, I did naught but sit and listen.
Now it’s my time, and it’s I who’ll do the dissin’.
Since I’ve turned on you, you’re gonna hear
some language that’s blue piercing your ears.
What I do too’s wrong, but I’m going on
in a voice loud and strong:
“Hey, you’re so seamy, you’re so seamy.”