I'm getting nowhere   Sitting in my room alone.   Drinkin' pink lemonade   And I'm starin' at the telephone.   She's getting nowhere   Staring at the counter all day.   Selling heads of lettuce   And bottles of pink lemonade.      These days   All it takes to move me is   A Tropicana smoothie   And a smile.   But i haven't shaved in sometime,   And two bucks are hard to come by,   So i think I'm gonna be here for a while.      (Oh No)      No clocks to punch,   Oh we're sittin' at lunch,   And I'm glancin' at her a lot.   And you're getting kinda angry,   Eatin' pickles and fries,   You don't think that she's that hot.      Well she's not that hot   She's just like me,   Overcrowded and all alone.   We wake up and we break up   and then we head back home   Only home doesn't feel much like home,   Anymore.