Sanoja: You Am I. Punkarella.

Don't you wish that your kids all looked more fine?
Do you feel that your guy's below your style?
Animal slippers and a drink over Sunday mail
Coffee teeth and a cigarette heart for sale

Any minute now something's gonna happen
Everything's falling 'cept the shit you fell in

Mailman, black umbrella, doesn't feel the need to tell ya
Sure have looked better and ego kissing fools
Are teaching your kids in private schools
Crack another bottle, it's five

Monday morning who could ask for more
Smoking buds, got your friends all 'round next door

Any minute now something's gonna happen
Everything's falling 'cept the shit you fell in

Mailman, black umbrella, doesn't feel the need to tell ya
Kudzu Cinderella, them ego kissing fools
Are teaching your kids in private schools
Crack another bottle, it's five