He sits on the street corner and lights a cigarette
I said my back's dis-aligned, but I'm doing my best
I rode in a shopping cart down Main Street
And I can hear the tapping of all the people's feet

I hucked a loogie down in basement of your house
You said, you asshole, I have to clean that now
But I'm so neurotic, I just can't help myself
And you're so erotic with that look on your face

I could be on TV
Cause I'm bursting at the seams
A mental revolution in me
You fucked up my dream

Truman Capote was a skinny man

And my all my best friends watch C-SPAN
I can do it, because I bite my nails
Politicians have emotion for sale

Doritos are crunchy, yogurt is not
Joey said a UFO sold him pot
Racecar backwards is the same thing
I really really really wish I knew how to sing

I could be in a magazine
Cause I'm bursting at the seams
A mental revolution in me
I fucked up my dream