One, two, three, four      Wakey, wakey, rise and shine   It's on again, off again, on again   Watch me fall like dominos   In pretty patterns      Fingers in the blackbird pie   I'm tingling, tingling, tingling   It's what you feel now   What you ought to, what you ought to   Reasonable and sensible      Dead from the neck up   I guess I'm stuck, stuck, stuck   We thought you had it in you   But no, no, no, for no real reason      Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles   And take a bow, take a bow, take a bow   It's what you feel now   What you ought to, what you ought to      An elephant that's in the room   Is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling   In duplicate and triplicate and plastic bags   And duplicate and triplicate      Dead from the neck up   I guess I'm stuck, stuck, stuck   We thought you had it in you   But no, no, no      Exactly where do you get off   Is enough, is enough   I love you but enough is enough, enough   A last stop, there's no real reason      You got a head full of feathers   You got melted to butter