Jed Has Too Much Free Time

by Jed Davis

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Jed Davis' genrebending 4-track demo set, released in 1995.
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released January 7, 1995

©1995 Jed Davis

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Track Name: Grub
I call my muse
For I need to get laid
To get laid, I need a chick
To get a chick, I must look cool
To look cool, I need to lie
To lie creatively, I must have drugs
Do you have..?
I call my muse
Have you a drug for me?

I can't get it up without some weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby
Hit you back, I promise, buddy
I can't get it up without some shroom, baby, shroom, baby, shroom, baby, shroom, baby
Gladly pay you Tuesday, pally
I can't get it up without a dose, baby, dose, uno dose, baby, dose, baby
Come on, drop one on me now as

I call my muse
For I need to get laid
To get laid, I need a band
To have a band, I need to sing
I think I sing, therefore I sing
To sing effectively, I must have drugs
Do you have..?
I call my muse
Hast thou a drug for me?

I can't get it up without some weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby, weed, baby
Don't you love my lyrics now?
I can't get it up without a band, baby, band, baby, band, baby, band
Got a spotlight I can stand in, buddy?
I can't get it up without a car, baby, car, baby, car, baby, car, baby
Drive on pal, you look so cool with me.
Track Name: Cool
She tells you of her foremost complaint
Just sit and listen, you're her brand-new saint
How she can't have me and why you are a friend
The nightmare shadow in her head just won't mend
A foil you cannot duplicate, a man
A man you will never be
You stand before her but all she sees is me.

You're real and so you're boring
You're real and so you're fat
You're real and so you feel things
You're real and who wants that?
You're real and so you love her
You're real that's where I sat
You're real and so you feel things
You're real and who wants that?

I am all she wanted, I am all she saw:
Mephisto and Godzilla all naked on the floor

I'm in the past, but I am all important
I sipped her brandy blood and make you impotent
I had a way of tossing back my hair
You do it too, but she will never care
I'd tell her to forget me
But I am not around
I am legend now
And you are on the ground.

You're gone because you wanted
You're gone 'cause you held back
You're gone because you told her
You're gone in favor of a ghost, yeah
You're gone and I and sorry
You're gone it's tit for tat
You're gone 'cause I was too cool
I apologize for that

I am all she wanted, I am all she saw:
Mephisto and Godzilla all naked on the floor
Track Name: The Dildo Does Not Belong
Peach
Plum
Apple
Lemon
Dildo
Lime
Grape
Orange

Which of these 8 things does not belong?

The dildo does not belong.
Track Name: House Of Wax
Here's looking at you, son
A part of the half, a sum of the whole
Where two and two make one
We all stand still in catatonic love

House of wax, mold your ego
I bring all the bodies there
They all stare, but no one cares

House of wax, mold you ego
The matter of mind, the matter of facts
The main attraction in the house of wax

Here's looking at you, son
A part of the half, a sum of the whole
Where two and two make one
We all stand still in catatonic love

In a world where nobody mocks me
The wax opus fulfilled my fix
But I won't come 'til I know
That I'm all alone, blinking in bliss

Here's looking at you, son
A part of the half, a sum of the whole
Where two and two make one
We all stand still in catatonic love

The matter of mind, the matter of facts
The main attraction in the house of wax
Here's looking at you, son
Track Name: Little Tumors
You've got seven little tumors on your ribcage
You've got a roommate who can't stand you 'cause you felt up his ex.
There's a girl who screwed you over eighteen months ago
And the only thing you want is her back.

You've got an open pack of cigarettes you can't touch
You've got best friends who you can't even talk to anymore.
There's a girl who screwed around with all your best friends, too
And the only thing you want is her back.

But from pain comes inspiration
And the portrait of Shakespeare on the wall stares in awe of you.

You've got a roommate who can use you to get back at his ex
You've got best friends who forgive you when they need something.
You've got seven little tumors and they're all benign
So it's okay to start smoking again.

Too bad you're boring as shit now
And breasts from eighteen months ago obscure the page in front of you
Track Name: Smoke Crack
Smoke crack
Toke pot
Shoot smack
Drink a lot

Don't you wish you were me?
Track Name: Anthropology
Only Lucy can dig up the rest of me
Only Lucy can figure out what's happened to me.

She's a tree that falls when there's no one around
And she's a hand that claps into no other hand
She's a tree that falls when there's no one around
And she's a hand that claps into no other hand

Oh, tree that falls when there's no one around
Please let my ear be the ear that gives you sound
And hand that claps into no other hand
Won't you please clap into mine?
Track Name: Symbiosis
Garden green, beside the tree
I raise you, you raise me
Breathe my air and I'll breathe yours
We'll help each other be.

Person with the rake and hoe
We tend each other well, you know
Give me your food, I'll give you mine
We'll help each other grow.

There's no shore without the sea
No more flowers without the bee
Without you, there is no me
So keep me carefully.
Track Name: Cigarette
Warm coat pocket in the cold uptown
And I dig deep down
But my cigarettes are in
The little red box on a dresser in my room
As I spit into the gloom
Of a long afternoon
And this realization sparks a heart palpitation
With increased perspiration
Man, I hope it's not the big one
Sweating in the cold, and I though I was stronger
But I can't go on much longer
And I really need a cigarette I really need a cigarette

I'm jonesing.

I've got people to see
I've got battles to fight
I haven't had a cigarette
Since 10 last night
If I don't get one soon - this afternoon
I'll never get through it
It's a good way to quit
But a bad day to do it.

Warm coat pocket in the cold uptown
And I dig deep down
But my cigarettes are in
The little red box on a dresser in my room
As I spit into the gloom
Of a long afternoon
And this realization sparks a heart palpitation
With increased perspiration
Man, I hope it's not the big one
You're all a bunch of faggots
And you're all a bunch of sheep
And you're all a load of shit
And I really need a cigarette I really need a cigarette

I'm jonesing.

I've got people to see
I've got battles to fight
I haven't had a cigarette
Since 10 last night
If I don't get one soon - this afternoon
I'll never get through it
It's a good way to quit
But a bad day to do it.
Track Name: I Got Blown By Krishna
I wet myself to Nietzche
I cut my teeth on Tolstoy
I studied Kama Sutra
While your ex tossed off to Playboy
I am the deepest puddle
That you will ever walk through
You need to read my Tao right now
You want my karma in you
I got blown by Krishna
Let me show you what it felt like

I got blown by Krishna
Let me show you what it felt like

Descartes and Marx and Moses
I lined 'em up and smote 'em
And comic books are infantile
Unless Neil Gaiman wrote 'em
A quote for every circumstance
And an anecdote for every instance
And a life changed by
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
I got blown by Krishna
C'mon and drown me in patchouli, baby!

I'm a headcase
I'm a moon shot
Tipping over slowly
Dripping on the lowly
Yeah yeah on a sable field
Scarlet letters u and i
I'm a talking valentine
I'm a walking pickup line
I'm the whole world
Been there done that
Read it smoked it sucked it
Ate it stroked it fucked it
Sure behind a black veil
Wild night on a dark pony
Armored in an oil slick
Come and marvel at my one trick
I'm a force of human nature
I am apathetic
Swinging from a bookshelf
As divine as myself
Cliff's Notes existentialist
Cliff's Notes renaissance man
Shooting cosmic jism
That stinks of sex and blood and symbolism
I got blown by Krishna
Hare fucking hare!
Track Name: I'm In Love With A Junkie
The mind is machinery
Fragile, sterile circuitry
And though you are beauty
You grow in stuff that's bad for me.

Half the lights are blown out
And the rest are dimming fast
And the plugs are disconnecting
From the sockets in the wall
And the switchboard operator
Simply gives up and goes home
As the dirt covers all
And a wildflower grows.

In a garden
In a greenhouse
in the safety of my clumsy, pure affection
Where nothing can hurt you
And nothing can hurt me
I'd plant you there right now
But I'm afraid you'd never let me

Half the lights are blown out
And the rest are dimming fast
And the plugs are disconnecting
From the sockets in the wall
And the switchboard operator
Simply gives up and goes home
As the dirt covers all
And a wildflower grows.
Track Name: The Boy Who Tripped On His Mother's Head
Whoa, this is good stuff.
Look at the shapes
The air is tough.
I'm flying
I'm not crying
My fingers shoot fire
I'm not a liar
I love my dealer
Here in the painting I can feel her
Hours and hours of bliss
Hey mom, you should try this.
Mom? Mom?
MOOOOOOOOOOOM!

I feel the mind probe scan
This is the head that's not a man
I can't see no more
Acid and coke are just a bore
I feel the mind-probe scan
I'd rather go and get a tan
I can't see no more
Sucking on a mound of gore

I was so young then, it was so sudden
It all happened when I fell over a bump
Down to my knees with a thump

It was a head, a head it was
My mother's head is what it was.
Track Name: Long Island
Well, he raises one eyebrow and says,
"Here's a switch -
You claim you're from Long Island,
But you're not rich.
I bet you live on a hill
Behind a big stone wall
And spend your Grumman millions
Every week at the mall
Ain't your teenage daughter
In the loony bin?
Don't you start thinking condo
When the blacks move in
To your shingled neighborhood
Clean streets and sun
And pizza pies
For everyone

"Ain't the golden rule
That you hold so true
'Love thy neighbor
Till he gets a nicer car than you?'
And don't you squeeze your kids
Till their brains leak out
When you need something to brag about?
They give you something to brag about."
Hey!

Well, she raises one eyebrow and says,
"You're a stitch -
You claim you're from Long Island,
But you're not rich.
Can you afford your Gap?
Your Drakkar and Clinique?
Can you afford enough hairspray
To last you a week?
Do you stay up late for info
On the Billy Joel show
Reading Amy Fisher bios
By the Shoreham glow
In the big old comfy room
That's yours alone
With locking door
And private phone?

"Do you customize the woofers
On your new IROC
So you can hear the bass pumping
From around the block?
And fuck 'em if the neighbors
Bitch about the noise
'Cause they're not down with the Strong Island Boys.
Those wacky Strong Island Boys
Don't you love your Strong Island Boys?"
Track Name: The Yellow Wallpaper
My mom came home from college and said to my grandmother:
"I can make a difference in the world."
She said, "I have a voice, and I will teach with it
And my initiative will surely force the necessary changes."

There's a vague and faceless "they"
And it's always in the way
And someone ought to do something
Patternless and dense
And devoid of any sense
And if I close my eyes, it won't bother me

My grandmother said to my mom:
"My dear, the sky-blue eyes of youth tint the yellow wallpaper."
But my mom said, "Mom, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
And she went out to teach the world.

There's a vague and faceless "they"
And it's always in the way
And someone ought to do something
Patternless and dense
And devoid of any sense
And if I close my eyes, it won't bother me

My mom tells me:
"I was once like you." She says, "I thought I'd be the one to catch the clue
To find the pattern in the yellow wallpaper
But there's no pattern in the yellow wallpaper."

There's just you and me
And we call ourselves "they"
And we creep around, all stuck on the wall
Patternless and dense
And devoid of any sense
And if I close my eyes, it won't bother me

Directionless and dense
And devoid of any sense
And I think I'm turning into my mom.
Track Name: Little Tumors (reprise)
You've got seven little tumors on your ribcage
You've got a roommate who can't stand you 'cause you felt up his ex.
There's a girl who screwed you over eighteen months ago
And the only thing you want is her back.

You've got an open pack of cigarettes you can't touch
You've got best friends who you can't even talk to anymore.
There's a girl who screwed around with all your best friends, too
And the only thing you want is her back.

But from pain comes inspiration
And the portrait of Shakespeare on the wall stares in awe of you.

You've got a roommate who can use you to get back at his ex
You've got best friends who forgive you when they need something.
You've got seven little tumors and they're all benign
So it's okay to start smoking again.

Too bad you're boring as shit now
And breasts from eighteen months ago obscure the page in front of you
The blank white page in front of you
The empty blank that lies
Right in front of you.
Track Name: First Flight
In his seat, the anxious little boy
Fumbles with his tiny windowshade
There's a world too big to recognize
There's a first time for everything
And the sky's so blue up here

On the limb, the anxious little bird
Fumbles with his tiny, awkward wings
There's a world too big to recognize
There's a first time for everything
And the sky's so blue up here

Mom and dad are proud of what they made
As the boy pulls down his windowshade
And the bird folds up his wings, but then
As their children sleep, they toss and turn
Thinking, "Wasn't that just me?"

In his seat, the anxious little boy
Annexes lands of whipped-cream cloud
And conquers puzzle-piece terrain
And his mom tries to give him a word
But he pulls away to get his own

On the limb, the anxious little bird
Comes to understand the way of things
Realizing self-sufficiency
And his mom tries to give him a worm
But he pulls away to get his own

Mom and dad are proud of what they made
As the boy pulls down his windowshade
And the bird folds up his wings, but then
As their children sleep, they toss and turn
With the first flash of memory
First tugging of mortality

'Cause to say your hellos is to be your goodbyes
And the end is all that the start implies
That first flight the start of a flight out the door
But without the first, there can't be more.
Track Name: What A Girl Wants (is a Coke)
He gazes at her and makes her offers
Opens up his soul and pants and coffers
Tries to stain her teflon glance
He brags and winks and thinks he has a chance

(She's so thirsty)
All she really wants is a Coke.

He wants her to be his Eden
Boy, her ego digs the feeding
He thinks violins and flowers
Passion, lust and glowing summer hours.

(She's so tired)
All she really wants is some sleep.

Who will think of him at twilight?
Who will miss him when he's gone?
Who will think of him at twilight?
Who will miss him when he's gone?

(She's so bored and)
All she really wants is to watch T.V.
(She's so bored and)
All she really wants is someone else.
(She's so thirsty)
All she really wants is a Coke.

Who will think of him at twilight?
Who will miss him when he's gone?
Track Name: Smoke More Crack
Smoke crack
Toke pot
Shoot smack
Drink a lot
Yeah.
Track Name: Hippopotami
Set the scene: the Amazon
See natives dance without much on
The water's blue, so is the sky
So where are the hippopotami?

Without this scene, my film will rot
I need those fuckers for this shot
I'm on a schedule, so I cry:
"Get me the hippopotami!"

Cover every inch of ground
Dredge the river 'til they're found
Drain the swamp until it's dry
In search of the hippopotami

Even the wildest boar shows up on time
And the elephant never forgets his lines
Hyenas laugh, but at least they don't lie
Not so for the hippopotami

We paid those bastards two percent
And now we don't know where they went
I just can't stay a rational guy
Without the hippopotami

They're on vacation in the Nile
So I'll substitute a crocodile
And from now on, I just won't try
To work with hippopotami.
Track Name: The Knowing Ones
There's an old oak chest by the window
That my great-grandfather built one shining June
And I love to sit and look at it, proud on the hardwood floor
Gleaming in the rays of summer afternoon

They changed the family name at Ellis Island
And no one here today know what it was
They ripped up all the records around the second World War
And time took the knowing ones, as it always does

And no one here can tell me any more than what they know
It's a shame the knowing ones were gone so long before
The ones who need to know
What we were so long ago

Look in the old oak chest, and you won't see much
Just a few loose baubles and things
But even if my ancestors were noting more than carpenters
There's no one here to say they weren't kings;
In the old oak chest, I see them all as kings.

And no one here can tell me any more than what they know
It's a shame the knowing ones were gone so long before
The ones who need to know
What we were so long ago

There's an old oak chest by the window
That my great-grandfather built one shining June
And I love to sit and look at it, proud on the hardwood floor
While the knowing ones are smiling in the rays of summer afternoon.
Track Name: Wonder
I'm too lonely, scared and bored
To think about my future
I'm only lying in my past
To try to have you again
I'm too lonely, scared and bored
And I don't wonder anymore.

I used to wander through your hair
I got excited at your door
I talked about the people
I wondered what they all were for

But now my eyes are filming over
And my brain has killed my soul
The fine things have all happened
Good times will never roll.

I used to remember all
I used to remember sun
But where the hell did you go
Nostalgic twenty-one?

This flimsy time of change
These clothes are much too small
Every moment here is strange
This suit of life don't fit at all

I used to dress in black
I used to dress in gray
But now they've bled through my skin
And I don't wonder anymore.

And I don't wonder anymore
Why you've gone and changed your hair
And I don't wonder anymore
As I gestate in this chair
And I don't wander anymore
Through the gates to your lair
And I don't wonder anymore
While I am here and you are there.

And on this doorstep to my life
My eyes have rolled back in my head
My future tries to force my hand
But it's the past that holds the knife
I used to wonder why I hurt
I used to wonder why I aged
I used to try to write it down
My wonder filling every page.

But I don't wonder anymore
In this crankcase skull-wrapped cage
I don't wonder anymore
So all I do is age.
Track Name: Reorganizing My Phonebook
I've got an awful lot of work to do
In my phonebook
Bring it up to date

Got to make sure all my friends are listed
In my phonebook
Bring it up to date

And you know, it's amazing how the names
Keep on changing.
Track Name: Take A Bath In It
Backlit photo silhouette
Now I can't see who did it
Ember-tipped cigarette
Bootclick like a castenet
And they haven't found him yet...

In the corners of the screens
In the darkest of scenes
In the negative of every photograph you've ever seen
He's the one I mean
Yeah

The pocks on his face
Match the pox on your house
And the pax in his eye at the pacts that you sign
And he's packing his knife in ice

I'd like to give you a golden shower
To wash off the filth you've accumulated
To get rid of the red film I see
Every time I see you
And maybe change my "hate" to "hated"

You know you're welcome to apologize
But you sink before you float in my eyes
My hate's a yellow roaring raging river
Take a bath in it

Dirt slides underneath your nails
Clicking softly on the rails
Wild-eyed prayers to me begin
Thumb my nose and throw you in.
Track Name: Saratoga
Baby, let's run off to Saratoga
Don't pack, we'll buy new stuff when we get there
Baby, let's blow the summer in sweet style
Yellow light in a midnight of velvet blue.

On the long drive up to Saratoga
We could chat as we listen to Ween
Through midmorning hazes, we'd cruise and trade gazes
That mean just what I hope they'd mean

Baby, let's run off to Saratoga
Don't pack, we'll buy new stuff when we get there
Baby, let's blow the summer in sweet style
Yellow light in a midnight of velvet blue.

First we'll stop in Spa Park for a picnic
Smiling happily under clear skies
Then down overgrown paths we'll head for the baths
And just maybe you'll let me uncover my eyes

We could catch a nice soda at Woolworth's
Or just slip straight ahead into town
We'll have cute movie moments and round out the day
Holding hands in the park as the sun goes down

Baby, let's run off to Saratoga
Don't pack, we'll buy new stuff when we get there
Baby, let's blow the summer in sweet style
Yellow light in a midnight of velvet blue.

There are so many things
Happy wonderful things
Things that we'll never do
'Cause you don't like me.
Track Name: JerryWeLuvU
Jerry, we love it when you shake your ass.
Would you shake it again, please?

Jerry, we're blowing our lids
Even all the guys want to have your kids
We want your hair, we need your dance
And we even dig the stain on the crotch of your pants

Jerry, we love it when you shake your ass.
Would you shake it again, please?
Track Name: Babysitting
Billy, now you've done me in
Thought we agreed you would never set the cat on fire again
Billy, when your parents get home
They're gonna beat your little ass, and next time they go out, they'll probably leave you with
Joan, who has the food between her braces all the time
Or Benny, who breaks all your toys
Sarah, who contests you
Or Vinnie, who molests you
But no matter who it is, it won't be me
You're gonna be a sorry boy

Billy, stop biting me
It's time to go to bed now, I can't let you watch any more TV
Billy, don't piss on the rug!
I know you don't know what "infanticide" means, but it's crossing my mind now and all I can do is
Shrug my shoulders and thank God your parents pay me well
Even though I can't maintain control
If I'm your favorite babysitter,
Why must you play cat to my kitty litter?
I swear to God, kiddo, sometimes
I just wanna drop you in a hole.
Track Name: Bottom Of The Rainbow / The Sex 'N Suicide Song
Sweet poison apple red
Bottom of the rainbow
The color of the anger in your cheek
Sunset plume of orange flame
Etched into my eyelids
Orange remnant embers low and weak

Far-off lights on hazy shores
Yellow lights of caution
Yellow yearbook page from yesterday
Grass green and fertile once
Weedy now, and fallow
Green means go, the way you go away

Please come back, I need to be reminded
How was it before I was blinded
Bleach the world as you disappear
Just black and white, there's no color here.

Blue pulling undertow
Lift my feet out from me
Rule lines on this paper, straight and blue
Fleeting blooms of indigo
On the purple mountain
The mountain separating me from you

Please come back, I need to be reminded
How was it before I was blinded
Bleach the world as you disappear
Just black and white, there's no color here.

Shut up and touch me
I assure you it sucks to be lonely.
Why won't you touch me?
I assure you it sucks to be lonely.

No one to hold to stop my slide these empty spaces much too wide and every scream I ever cried just echoed off the mountainside and would I be much worse off if I died?

Shut up and touch me
I assure you it sucks to be lonely.
Why won't you touch me?
I assure you it sucks to be lonely.

No one to hold to stop my slide these empty spaces much too wide and every scream I ever cried just echoed off the mountainside and if I had the balls well I'd uncap this vial of cyanide make sure the noose was tightly tied and snap as knot and spine collide and no one would be worse off if I died.
Track Name: Good Movie
This guy named Jesse
He made a movie
He worked for hours
And hours on end
He thought out plot twists
For entertainment value
He wrought a screenplay
And then he filmed and filmed and filmed

You had some money
You bought a camera
You had some candy
Laying around
Your friends came over
You filmed them eating
Threw in some music
And you made art and art and art

And meanwhile Jesse
Was blocking angles
And checking lighting
And buying props
And finding actors
(And dealing with them)
And shooting retakes
And then he spliced and spliced and spliced

But you knew someone
Who knew someone
Who knew someone
Who gave awards
And so you entered
Your friends and candy
It was so brilliant
Of course it won and won and won

And meanwhile Jesse
Made a good movie
It had some action
It had big laughs
It didn't insult
Anyone's intellect
But he didn't become
An establishment superstar
'Cause his film wasn't brilliant like yours
It was not art
It was not art
It was not art.
Track Name: My Brother's On A One-Way Flight To Heaven
The plane went down two weeks ago; my brother was inside
And that night as I cooked dinner I'd swear I heard him screaming as he died
Voices coming from the pots and pans as I began to cook
Was it just coincidence, or should I read the book?

My brother's on a one-way flight to Heaven
And God only knows where his luggage ended up.

The plane went down two weeks ago; the letter came today
My brother's name was on the front in type all smudged and gray
Oh I'd love to have seen their faces - oh, they must have been all smiles
When those bastards totaled up and sent his frequent flyer miles

My brother's on a one-way flight to Heaven
And God only knows where his luggage ended up.
Track Name: Autopsy
One last time now, I see her naked body laid out before me
Once appealing, it now turns my stomach to look upon her form
Her body so mangled and her skin so torn
Like someone who's had to die before they ever had a chance to be born

When the sky has opened up
All the colors flooding through
Planets pushed out of the way
Over velvet tides of blue
Deep and heavy, black and gray
Wires sparking underground
Ocean seeping into cities
And I laugh as I am drowned.

I could have told her, I could have warned her it would turn out this way
I could have screamed it, but she'd never listen to a single word I say
I could have told her, I could have warned her it would turn out this way
I could have screamed it, but she'd never ever hear a single word I say

When the sky has opened up
All the colors flooding through
Planets pushed out of the way
Over velvet tides of blue
Deep and heavy, black and gray
Wires sparking underground
Ocean seeping into cities
And I laugh as I am drowned.

Birthday dungheap, my mom's cooking
It's another fine ride in a car with wheels and radio
Gone to the zoo, be back in five minutes, baby
Sit on my knee - I'm Santa.

When the sky has opened up
All the colors flooding through
Planets pushed out of the way
Over velvet tides of blue
Deep and heavy, black and gray
Wires sparking underground
Ocean seeping into cities
And I laugh as I am drowned.
Track Name: Lullabye
Art to keep you warm at night
Love to pay the rent
War for breakfast
Hope for lunch
You for president

Charity to suck you off
Faith to plant and reap
Lust for dinner
Pain, dessert
Truth to help you sleep

Breathe the dark and fall away
You've had such a busy day
But when you wake, you'll find things stay
More the same than I can say.
Track Name: Sexboy
Ooh, that hair
What kind of brain is under there?
Hey girls, do you care?
Uh, nope. You just want the hair.
Hey guys, beware
'Cause he's got no scruples and he's got the hair
And the nicer you are, the less you compare to the sexboy.
Ladies?

Ladies:
Sexboy.

Hey hey sexboy, don't sit alone
We wanna hear you whine, wanna hear you moan
We love it when you mope and kvetch
And we simply need to hear you bitch

Ooh, that hair
What kind of brain is under there?
Hey girls, do you care?
Uh, nope. You just want the hair.
Hey guys, beware
'Cause he's got no scruples and he's got the hair
And the nicer you are, the less you compare to the sexboy.

Everybody polka now!