You say you've talked Until your face turned blue So many people out there Haven't got a clue You say you screamed until Your voice was shot Stomped your feet and Gave it all you've got Can't understand why you can't get across You haven't got a clue Did you ever think for a minute The problem might be you? So think you've got The problems solved? No else is nearly So evolved You can't believe how dumb All those people are Everybody else always seems So bizarre The problem's not communication The problem isn't everyone else The problem is that cranial enema You're giving yourself. Pull your head out Breath some fresh air Then don't forget to wash Your face and hair Pull your head out Get your eyes uncrossed And before you talk to anybody Don't forget to brush and floss Pull your head out Sit up straight Spread your legs and yank it Before it's too late
copyright 1998, Rick Thorne (Mea Culpa Productions)
