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