| Now tell me have you ever heard a more pathetic kind of man? |
| All of this self-pitying moaning self-despising I can’t stand |
| I think it’s time you two must throw away the hatch |
| And become friends, right now |
| For all sake, but he’s fake |
| I won’t break |
| I think it’s time for my speech |
| I am so tired of it all |
| Why can’t he be more like me? |
| Always sober, kind and meek |
| He’s the opposite, more like a freak |
| You can never get me down |
| Can you believe this little ant is trying to meddle with my mind |
| I’ll rush him like the little fly he is between these hands of mine |
| Why can’t the two of you just throw away the hatch |
| And become friends, right now |
| For all sake but he’s fake |
| I won’t break |
| Now it’s time for the speech |
| I am so tired of it all |
| Why can’t he be more like me? |
| Eating right and running five miles |
| Like me would be his cup of tea |
| Oh no, always acting bad |
| For all sake |
| But he’s fake |
| I won’t break |
| Now it’s time for the speech |
| I am so tired of it all |
| Why can’t he be more like me? |
| Eating right and running five miles |
| Like me would be his cup of tea |
| Always sober, kind and meek |
| He’s the opposite, more like a freak |
| Oh no, always acting bad |
| So sad |