He sits on the street corner and lights a cigarette   I said my back’s dis-aligned, but I’m doing my best   I rode in a shopping cart down Main Street   And I can hear the tapping of all the people’s feet      I hucked a loogie down in basement of your house   You said, you asshole, I have to clean that now   But I’m so neurotic, I just can’t help myself   And you’re so erotic with that look on your face      I could be on TV   Cause I’m bursting at the seams   A mental revolution in me   You fucked up my dream      Truman Capote was a skinny man   And my all my best friends watch C-SPAN   I can do it, because I bite my nails   Politicians have emotion for sale      Doritos are crunchy, yogurt is not   Joey said a UFO sold him pot   Racecar backwards is the same thing   I really really really wish I knew how to sing      I could be in a magazine   Cause I’m bursting at the seams   A mental revolution in me   I fucked up my dream