It's been one week since you looked at me Cocked your head to the sides and said I'm angry Five days since you laughed at me Saying, get back together, come back and see me Three days since the living room I realize it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you Yesterday, you'd forgiven me But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry Hold it now and watch the hood wink As I make you stop, think You'll think you're looking at Aquaman I summon fish to the dish Although I like the shallots Wish I liked the sushi Cause there's never such a frying pan Hot like wasabi when our boss rhymes Big like Leanne Rimes Because I'm all about value Bertie Kemper's got the mad hits He try to match wits He try to hold me, but I bust through Can I make a break and take a pick? I like a sink and it can shake I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavors Gotta see the show Cause then you'll know the vertigo is gonna go Cause it's so dangerous You'll have to sign a waiver How can I help it If I think you're funny when you're mad? Trying hard not to smile, though I feel bad I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Can't understand what I mean, well you soon will I have a dilatator where my mind, I'm asleep I have a history of taking off my shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy Five days since you tackled me I still got the red burns on both my knees It's been three days since the afternoon You realize it's not my fault that I'm moving too soon Yesterday you'd forgiven me And now I'll sit back and wait till you say you're sorry Chickadee China, the Chinese chicken You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin' Watchin' X-Files with no lights on With all our masons I hope the Smoky Manson is one Like Harrison Ford, I'm getting frantic Like Stingham Tantric Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy Like Kurosawa, I make mad films K, I don't make films But if I did, they'd have a samurai Gonna get a set of better gloves Gonna find the kind with tiny numbers So my urns aren't always flyin' off the back swing Gonna get into my Sailor Moon Cause that cartoonist got the boom anime babes That make me think the wrong things How can I help it How can I help it If I think you're funny when you're mad Tryin' hard not to smile, though I feel bad I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Can't understand what I mean, but you soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of losing my shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Dropped your eyes to the sides and said I'm sorry Five days since I laughed at you And said you just did just what I thought you were gonna do Three days since the living room We realize we both to blame, but what could we do Yesterday you just smiled at me Cause it'll still be two days, two weeks, and we're sorry It'll still be two days, two weeks, and we're sorry It'll still be two days, two weeks, and we're sorry But you might stay here for a whole month in the lobby