Johnny wiped out    He can't walk    He's got a prosthetic hip    (yeah yeah)    And Jenny don't care    She can't talk    She got Prozac 'scrip'    (oh no)    And daddy's alright    Just retired    He's got an artificial heart    (yeah yeah)    But mommy don't mind    She gets her loving    At the Jiffy Mart    (oh no)       And they look so sad    In their regulation check-out clothes    It makes me so glad    That I'm not one of those    No, I'm not one of those       Will Jimmy's going down    But it's okay    He's got elevator shoes    (yeah yeah)    And sissy got a jones    Riding her bones    She got the methadone blues    (oh no)    But I'm on hold    And I don't mind    I've got the muzak groove    (yeah yeah)    Cause it's gone cold    But I won't fight    Cause I'm born to lose    (oh no)       And they look so sad    In their regulation check-out clothes    It makes me so glad    That I'm not one of those    No, I'm not one of those