The girl who works in the record shop   She says that I am not avant garde enough   Well so what   She only works in a record shop   She only works in a record shop   And I don’t give a fuck what she says or she thinks about me      Well we shot fake plastic ducks in the park   And drank cheap plastic wine out of cheap plastic glasses until it got dark   And the only thing we had to decide   Was whether and where we were going to sleep together that night      Sometimes I think that I don’t know anything at all x2      And now the queen is waving to me   As I walk down the street trying to mind my own business I wish   That the queen would leave me alone   There are so many things that are far more important to me going on      And the girl who works in the record shop   She says that i am not avant garde enough      Well so what   She only works in a record shop   She only works in a record shop   And i don’t give a fuck what she says or she thinks about me      And now i’m strapped in an aeroplane   Flying ten thousand miles over frozen mountains to see you again   But the only thing i learned from the flight   Was watching the birds in the bay of San Francisco at night      Sometimes I think that I don’t know anything at all x2