Why don't you live up there
Why don't you do what I do
and she's mine, all mine.
And there doesn't seem a way
that she won't come and lose my mind.
It's too easy humming songs
to a girl in yellow dress.
It's been a long time since the party
and the room is in a mess
are sitting stately on the floor
are birds out on the sidewalk
He reminds me of a penguin
with fur and plastered hair,
stalcum powder on the letter,
and the birthday boy is there.
Why don't you cut your hair
Why don't you live up there
Why don't you do what I do
See what I feel when I care
are sitting stately on the floor
There are birds sat on a sidewalk
He reminds me of a penguin
with fur and plastered hair
There's talcum powder on the letter
And the birthday boy is there
Why don't you stop and see?
Why don't you hate who I hate
and who I kill to be free?
Why don't you cut your hair?
Why don't you live up there?
Why don't you do what I do?
See what I feel when I care
Why don't you be like me?
Why don't you stop and see?
Why don't you hate who I hate?
Can do what I can to be free
That's a cool new version, huh?