Standard (EADGBE)

Yo! Bum rush the show!

There's a cop salivating on the patio

And my mind is in remission

The finger snacks are on display

Traveling in your spirit

It's better to be lonely with bologna

Hey, stack up the bills

The highway is covered with weight-loss pills

And I'm eating all the coupons

They taste like special skin

She's the gal I long for

I'd love to smother her with leftovers

Now there's a dead kid trying to sleep

And the shallow side of things

Never looked so deep

Well, it's less than you expected

'Cause it's more than you could ever know

If you can't pull off bitterness

Some slight alienation could be just as good

Solo

And it's the most depressing cop-out

My eyes did ever see

I'd rather be your own

I'd rather be my own worst friend...

Let me try that one more time!

I'd rather be your worst friend

Than my own best enemy!