LEARN LYRICS

My skin is soft

In my bubble bath

I splash myself

I laugh at it

My goldfish

In my bubble bath

I bundle it up, I tell it

I've got no problem

I laze around

No discomfort

I laze around

I soak in the water

That's what matters

Totally at ease

Right on trend

My skin is soft

In my bubble bath

I burn in the shade

Bombs

Everything's delightful

Beds, targets

I make a list of things

That bug me

I'm sick of those who cry

Who only go two an hour

Who lament and fixate

On the notion of a fixed idea

I'm sick of those who whine

Two-bit extremists

Who see life totally black

Who send me into the blues

I'm sick of Big Sister

Who moans about everything and cries

Sick of the rain, of zucchini

That make me puke under the quilt

I'm sick of those cynics

And of crocuses in the fields

I'm sick of being sick of it

Too

My skin is soft

In my bubble bath

No seismic shocks

I lounge

And unwind

That's my aquatic state

There's a hitch!

I'm sick of those who cry

Who only go two an hour

Who lament and fixate

On the notion of a fixed idea

I'm sick of those who whine

Two-bit extremists

Who see life totally black

Who send me into the blues

I'm sick of Big Sister

Who moans about everything and cries

Sick of the rain, of zucchini

That make me puke under the quilt

I'm sick of those cynics

And of crocuses in the fields

I'm sick of being sick of it

Too

I'm sick of those who cry

Who only go two an hour

Who lament and fixate

On the notion of a fixed idea

I'm sick of those who whine

Two-bit extremists

Who see life totally black

Who send me into the blues

I'm sick of Big Sister

Who moans about everything and cries

Sick of the rain, of zucchini

That make me puke under the quilt

I'm sick of those cynics

And of crocuses in the fields

I'm sick of being sick of it