I like you ... I think that you're pretty good But I think that you think that I ... Well ... that I’m a bit undercooked I'm lazy, I play silly jokes and go over the top And one of these days it's gonna get me killed And that'll be my lot! I suppose I'd leave you alone after a while But I'll lie in my bed feeding my head Until I become fairly intelligent 100,000 people today were burned I felt a pang of concern What are we waitin’ for? A message of hope from the pope!? I think he got shot ... As well! When everyday of your life seems the same as the last And you know who you're gonna meet And what they’re gonna ask Then supposin’ your legs just withered away And you had to somehow slide around On your backside for the rest of your days Imagine that you're happy now ... it's easy if you try Because we're all caught up in a mortifying loop ... LIFE.