Songtext
A Pulitzer prize, an Oscar or two,
Are things I won't get,
Things I won't get.
A Bentley or Benz, well don't hold your breath,
Are things I won't get,
Things I won't get.
Affairs with a star, who offers me dope,
Far in advance,
Far in advance.
A college degree, a job with some hope,
There's just no chance
There's just no chance.
But when I see you, lying by my side,
Looking extra clean,
I'm in a state where I, I don't mind,
My thoughts turn obscene...
String theory, thoughts of Sartre and such,
Are things I won't get,
Things I won't get.
Schoenberg and twelve-tone, and films that are French,
Are things I won't get,
Things I won't get.
A chairless design, by Charles and Ray Eames,
Are things I won't get,
Things I won't get.
But when I see you, lying by my side,
I understand you well,
I'm in a state, where I, I don't mind,
I guess it's just as well...
Bam Badadadum Bam Badadum
Bam Badadadum Badadum
Bam Badadadum Bam Badadum
Bam Badadadum...
The world is so hard, the people so mean,
Are things I don't get,
Things I don't get.
We sit on the floor, and talk about dreams,
And things we won't get,
Things we won't get.
And when I see you, lying by my side,
Looking extra keen,
I'm in a state, where I, I don't mind,
Just you and me and caffeine...
Bam Badadadum Bam Badadum
Bam Badadadum Ba-dadum
Bam Badadadum Bam Badadum
Bam Badadadum Ba-dadum...