Another beautiful shitty day   I wanna throw my life away   I wish the sun would stop to shine   But it seems the son of a bitch is here to stay      WonÂ't you spare me your ugly smile   And let me be miserable for a while   Damn I wasnÂ't born in Liverpool   DonÂ't you just love my depressing style?      I am so proud of my haircut   I am so proud of what IÂ've become   I really like my new haircut   I am so proud of what IÂ've become      Another hotel room to wreck   Another million dollar check   Another article about "The Beatles clones"   Gonna break that reporterÂ's neck      Another person to insult   Another gig ends in tumult   Then disappear on a holiday to India   And start a psychedelic cult      I am so proud of my haircut   I am so proud of what IÂ've become   I really like my new haircut   I am so proud of what IÂ've become