Hey believe me, I have seen your sort before. 

You're all over history like dust on the kitchen floor - tell me more. 

Your lips are moving, you go on and on and on and on and on. 

You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod but don't swing it at me. 



Cuz it's not for me, no I dissagree. 



Cuz I heard you before when you said

there is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding. 

You dress up for Armageddon,

I dress up for summer. 

Yeah! 



Hey and now you got their attention

You know, you gotta keep 'em believing

But as a matter of fact, what they believe you're not

believing no more - Tell tell tell tell tell tell me more. 

I hear you're one in a million - tell me more. 

But there's a million of you - tell, tell me more. 

You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod but don't swing it at me. 



It's not for me, no I dissagree.



Cuz I heard you before when you said

There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding.

You dress up for Armageddon,

I dress up for summer.



Who is that man with the microphone? 

Today he's here but tomorrow he is gone.



But it's not for me no I dissagree.



Cuz I heard you before when you said

There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding. 

You dress up for Armageddon, 

I dress up for summer.



You feel tortured and filled with regret.

You say life is void of meaning.

Are they not sick of you yet? 

Man that's such, man that's such a bummer.