One, two, three, four   I declare a thumb war   On you!      "Shut it!" he screams at the top of his lungs   To the stupid car across the street   And he stops, that's a sure way of voicing your defeat   And I guess in his eyes I'm oblivious to what goes on   But that's fine because J-bone can just fill me in later         This late in the season, this late in the season   It's automatic   Oh yeah, he's very systematic   Oh but J-bone is never democratic      He wouldn't stop loving me   For all the tea in China   And he wouldn't stop loving me   For all the tea in China   And that there my friend that you see   Is a crawling Jemima   And he wouldn't stop loving me   For all the tea in China      What it is that I know