I got bugs. I got bugs in my room. Bugs in my bed. Bugs in my ears. There's eggs in my head. Bugs in my pockets. Bugs in my shoes. Bugs in the way I feel about you. Bugs in my window trying to get in. They don't go nowhere. Waiting, waiting, bugs on my ceiling, crowded the floor, standing, sitting, kneeling. A few block the door. And now the question's: Do I kill them? Become their friend? Do I eat them? Raw or well done? Do I trick them? I don't think they're dumb Do I join them? Looks like that's the one. I got bugs on my skin. Tickle my nausea. I let it happen again. They're always takin' over. I see they surround me, I see. See them deciding my fate. Oh, that which was once, was once up to me. Now it's too late. I got bugs in my room, one-on-one. That's when I had a chance. I'll just stop now. I'll become naked. And with them, I'll become one.
Everything seems so eight ball Everything seems so eight ball And I, I don't know if that's my imagination, but, um Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me And I don't know if that's my imagination, but, um Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me Think they got me Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... hmm Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me ... know if that's my imagination, but, um Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me She prides herself on her cleaning habits She prides herself on her cleaning habits Hey foxymophandlemama, that's me She prides herself on her cleaning habits She prides herself on her cleaning habits It's a lovely stupid mop, it is There's something really screwy about no streaking Is it any old dumb mop? It streaks Come on mop, no streaking mop I don't mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, I don't like it It's not me, it's the mop Come, I bought some new mops Go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop I don't believe it... now the floor looks beautiful I don't believe it... now the floor looks beautiful I don't believe it... old sponge mop Dumb old sponge mop Dumb old sponge mop Old sponge mop Dumb old sponge mop You're right, this mop's stupid Dumb old sponge mop I don't believe it... now the floor looks beautiful That's why they call me mophandlemama Now the floor looks beautiful That's why they call me mophandlemama That's why they call me mophandlemama That's why they call me mophandlemama That's why they call me mophandlemama In two weeks, before she could see her psychiatrist The twenty-third of may... you know she disturbed no one today The manager told her to completely forget If you ever do it again, I'll kill you Do I tell the whole world that I'm mentally ill? or that i'm crazy? I wanna Drum roll I want to show them that I go out into the world without acting crazy And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself Keep it to myself... keep it to myself I think I deserve to be loved, don't you? Very much so Think I deserve to be loved Keep it to myself... keep it to myself I think I deserve to be loved, don't you? ...to be loved, don't you? But I keep it to myself Keep it to myself... keep it to myself I think I deserve to be loved, don't you? And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself Keep it to myself... keep it to myself I think I deserve to be loved, don't you? Very much so Do you ever think that you actually would really kill yourself? Well, if I have thought about it real, uh, real deep Yes, I believe I would I have thought about it real, uh, real deep Yes, I believe I would And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself Keep it to myself... keep it to myself go out into the world without acting crazy And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself Keep it to myself... keep it to myself I think I deserve to be loved, don't you? without acting crazy And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself Keep it to myself... keep it to myself I think I deserve to be loved, don't you? Very much so Do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself? Well, if I have thought about it real, uh, real deep Yes, I believe I would I have thought about it real, uh, real deep Yes, I believe I would