This life is boring
This life right now is snoring
But that's alright, it's okay
It's still worth living

When it is not
I got the gun for my head
Wounds the brain, free instead

But I could never pull the trigger
I get too scared
So I stand up instead
And I go wild

There's a song, there's a song, there's a song
It's in my head
There's a song, there's a song, there's a song
It's in my head

Dear men
Be nice to your girl
She knows that you could
Live without her

And so she cries in your arms
Every night
'Till you walk out the door
And she goes wild

There's a song, there's a song, there's a song
It's in my head
There's a song, there's a song, there's a song
It's in my head

"On a parti, six ans de mer
Sans pouvoir border la terre
Au bout de la septième année
On a manqué de provisions"

[On stormy seas, we six years sailed
And never once green land we hailed
The bitter seventh year came on
We found our stores at last were gone]

It's in my head
It's in my head

This life is boring
This life right now is snoring