Texty:
Nellie Mckay Obligatory Villagers

see why I got to (You need a boss to please) Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're late Yakety yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack Murder

Oh, our livin's a buncha shit Shit is a part of livin' Fartin's a friend of shit And I slowly carry on Give me a clarinet Give me a break but hurry And

Saturday night in the men's ensemble dressin' room Startin' a fight in the men's ensemble lair Beware of dreams come true It means you have to share a

Feminists don't have a sense of humor Feminists just want to be alone Feminists spread vicious lies and rumors They have a tumor on their funny bone

Wake up in a small cafe Sweatshop in the sunshine Set sail and you're far away Never using force Cold coffee or cabernet Brick-hoppin' the daydream

Oh, livin's a buch of shit Shittin's a part of livin' Fartin's a friend of shittin', aye, and so we carry on Bring me a clarinet Get me a big brown

Feminists don't have a sense of humor Feminists just want to be alone (boo-hoo) Feminists spread vicious lies and rumor They have a tumor on their funny

Santa Maria, can you hear me I've got no reason to live They say I've been lucky But it's all relative Won't you make it easy I've got to erase all

Should you plan to travel way down South (woah) Woman to woman, I gotta tell you 'bout (a curse) A curse that rose out of the deep, green swamp (uh huh