I'm not the one who lives on a hunch
No, no, no, no, no way

I've never painted with the kind of brush that goes against the grain
I've never been louder than the colors that were found on your grandfather's old zoot suits
Time and time again I would never begin to even presume to meet you half-way, even half the time
My sole impression of your life is created by the lies and the spies hiding in the dust

Time for the sticks to slow down, slow down
Back off, you bitch
Same to you, old clown
Fight number six
It's a showdown

Boy isn't this a lot of fun?
Boy isn't this a lot of fun?
Boy isn't this a lot of fun?
Boy isn't this a lot of fun?

Sloppiness is not foregone
Sloppiness is not foregone
When I sold you my Mason Jars
Then I saw your head get bigger
And the smell would linger
I know that we should have sold the farm
Of course!

Sloppiness is not foregone
Sloppiness is not foregone
Haagen-Dasz is not all gone.
(Yeah!)