Everyone says connection is easy   I look at my score, experience none   Tossed a coin when I was seventeen   I got the ice, you got the cream      All that you do is stranger than fiction   All that you see defies all description   And you worry about your lack of existence   Then by all means go crazy      Talkin' to one of the boys   Talkin' to one of the boys   It's makin' a lot of noise   Talkin' to one of the boys   It's makin' a lot of noise   Talkin' to one of the boys   Talkin' to one of the boys      One of the boys told me what was   Going on last night   One of the boys said if I tried it   Everything would be alright, alright, alright      I talked to Doctor Scromaxy, mail order Messiah   His black book is gospel, his scripture unclean   A mass consultation, a blind congregation   His chapter, his verse, and his profit obscene      Correspondence, the back of a sin rag   If this is deliverance, life is a drag   Searchin' salvation, your sightlines get hazy   You got it right, go crazy      Talkin' to one of the boys   Talkin' to one of the boys   It's makin' a lot of noise   Talkin' to one of the boys   It's makin' a lot of noise   Talkin' to one of the boys   Talkin' to one of the boys      One of the boys told me what was   Going on last night   One of the boys said if I tried it   Everything would be alright   Or maybe you'll go crazy, you'll go crazy      Talkin' to one of the boys   Talkin' to one of the boys   It's makin' a lot of noise   Talkin' to one of the boys   It's makin' a lot of noise   Talkin' to one of the boys   Talkin' to one of the boys      It's makin' a lot of noise   Talkin' to one of the boys   It's makin' a lot of noise   Talkin' to one of the boys   Eh hey, alright, alright