Harry Quimby was a man   He had a factory job   He monitored machines all day   He was a big fat slob   Harry Quimby had two kids   And an ever-loving wife   He had a house, he had two cars   But he had no fucking life      Harry Quimby woke each day   He showered, ate some eggs   Then he walked on out to the car   On his two massive legs   And on the way to work, you know,    He never sped a bit   And by the time he got to work   He always felt like shit      No fucking life   No fucking life   Harry Quimby had no fucking life      Harry Quimby liked his job   Because it wasn't hard   He didn't like the hours   Didn't like punching a card   Harry Quimby was a worm   He never got a raise   His boss liked him well enough   Coz he never complained      No fucking life   No fucking life   Harry Quimby had no fucking life      Harry Quimby sat right down   He thought about his days   He thought about his wife and kids   How little his job pays   Harry Quimby heaved a sigh   Picked up a sharp knife   Cut his wrists and wrote in the blood   "I had no fucking life"      No fucking life   No fucking life   Harry Quimby had no fucking life      No fucking life   No fucking life   Harry Quimby had no fucking life