Shook up
Full of just me
Hair askew and hollowly
Quoting stars
Darkening up my eyes
A bus driver could have wrote this for a whim
But better
Writing sloppy for the girls
Making noise and wearing curls
Uncouth, preaching overdone and overbearing
It's really lame
I'm singing like a bad teenage film star
Crash cars, scary rashes in suicide scars
Thinking I'm a real badass
Whatever that is...
Deep thinking
But don't get it
I wrap my hand in plastic and try to go to it
Vaseline thighs and boy-as-girl moves
Can take you far
This star thing,
I don't mind it

(a goth hag sings "I'll make you over... there" in the background)
My sentiment is quite clear
I'm strugglin' with my peers
I dress queer

Have you thought of dating me?
Think you'll like the misery?
Will you write me something that nobody sane will sing?
Missing link
So high on bud
Pity me like Elmer Fudd
Self-promotion is so tragic, Only... offbeat
My lyrics stink
So much like Nsync
Though my friends can't see the light
The doom and gloom
I need a shrink
I don't wanna disappoint you
I drink beer and do joints too
I think Jimmy Eat World has really wicked grooves
I wear my own frown
Of madness that's borrowed
And clothes I'll buy tomorrow
Will look so strange
Lip gloss
Put it on again

("I'll make you over... there")
My sentiment is quite clear
I'm strugglin' with my peers
I dress queer
Then get cheers

Shook up
Full of just me
Hair askew and hollowly
Quoting stars
Darkening up my eyes
It's so hard to fake a cry
Sucking like Air Supply, Hanson, and Lavigne
Wearing upturned goofy collars
I can sing of sorrow and of death
Then sweat the same things tomorrow
This smell thing
I got it

("I'll make you over... there")
My sentiment is quite clear
I'm strugglin' with my peers
And through the gloom, I dress queer
My mumblin' then gets cheers
I dress queer
Then get cheers
Wear this sneer
Then chug beer

[the hag starts moaning the following]
Wear that sneer
Taste that beer
Dress so queer

[more moaning until the song fades out]