She was blessed with a knack

For giving bad advice

He's got five thumbs on his left hand

Five more on his right Well her mom left town

With the supermarket clerk

But her dad was only jealous

'Cause the kid had work

And the boy stays home all day

'Cause of paranoia He's got Kung-Fu grooves

That can never be imitated

She's got a fashion queen walk

And she wears her blue jeans faded He's got moves with the puck

That we've never ever seen

And his girlfriend's twenty two

And he's just seventeen

And she gives advice

That'll ease your paranoia And we all need someone to save our souls

'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours

And we all need someone to save our souls

'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours

And we all need someone to save our souls

'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours

And we all need someone to save our souls

'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours