He sits on the street corner and lights a cigarette nI said my back’s dis-aligned, but I’m doing my best nI rode in a shopping cart down Main Street nAnd I can hear the tapping of all the people’s feet nnI hucked a loogie down in basement of your house nYou said, you asshole, I have to clean that now nBut I’m so neurotic, I just can’t help myself nAnd you’re so erotic with that look on your face nnI could be on TV nCause I’m bursting at the seams nA mental revolution in me nYou fucked up my dream nnTruman Capote was a skinny man nAnd my all my best friends watch C-SPAN nI can do it, because I bite my nails nPoliticians have emotion for sale nnDoritos are crunchy, yogurt is not nJoey said a UFO sold him pot nRacecar backwards is the same thing nI really really really wish I knew how to sing nnI could be in a magazine nCause I’m bursting at the seams nA mental revolution in me nI fucked up my dream