Head on the wall...*
And my piss hardly makes the stall,
And this time it's not an act.
This time I swear it's fact.
Now I ramble on,
About that girl who's gone;
And I tried teaching her guitar,
Now she's standing at the bar.
She tells me her favourite song,
And I say, "Yeah, that's a good one..."
She says it follows her around.
No shit, it's by the Beatles.
I'm so lost,
And I live just around the corner.
Well, here's a thought,
Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword.
And I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
Adam's in love again.
And the good Rev wants to jam instead.
Morgan's hearing none of it.
She says we're doing it again.
The neighbourhood's up in arms.
They're trying to shut down all the bars
When everyone's a private eye -
They're hiding in the bushes every night.
The cats square off in the street,
The dogs go through the garbage.
You wanna stay for the night tonight?
Well I know all about platonic, honey.
I'm so lost,
And I live just around the corner.
Well, here's a thought,
Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword.
And I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
Head on the wall...
And my piss hardly makes the stall,
And this time it's not an act.
I'm so lost,
And I live just around the corner.
Well, here's a thought,
Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword.
And I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.