I spent the summer on my back
Another attack
Stealing just to get along

Turn off the TV, wait in bed
Blue and red,
Somethin' to get along.

Best find a surgeon
Come cut me open
Best find a surgeon
Come cut me open

Dress the undressing for a wall
If mother calls,
She knows well we don't get along

I tell the mailman, "Never you mind
I'll sift through the piles"
For him to just get along

Best find a surgeon
Come cut me open
[repeated]