Mickey Flinn's drowning in ice cold wine just to cure my hemlock appetite
a little pick-me-up, a diet potion that just might do
They say i gotta screw my head on tight
I gotta find my way to get back in line
I gotta face my fears, I wanna meet your ears more than you
So tell me
Why's it always rain on my parade?
It could be pouring chocolate milk but I'd still feel the same cause
My head feels like its a million pounds but it doesn't seem to slow me down.
My soul's been searching cross the seven seas to find recipes for sweet remedies but
Where a coma when you need it the most?
I want my own little world cause the real one's way too cold.
I gotta clear my head on a bike ride
I gotta get this girl out of my mind
I'm always up and down, I can't explain myself around you
Hanging out with a box of moon pie
Another crummy night for a crummier guy
Reality is not my cup of tea, not my juice.
a little pick-me-up, a diet potion that just might do
They say i gotta screw my head on tight
I gotta find my way to get back in line
I gotta face my fears, I wanna meet your ears more than you
So tell me
Why's it always rain on my parade?
It could be pouring chocolate milk but I'd still feel the same cause
My head feels like its a million pounds but it doesn't seem to slow me down.
My soul's been searching cross the seven seas to find recipes for sweet remedies but
Where a coma when you need it the most?
I want my own little world cause the real one's way too cold.
I gotta clear my head on a bike ride
I gotta get this girl out of my mind
I'm always up and down, I can't explain myself around you
Hanging out with a box of moon pie
Another crummy night for a crummier guy
Reality is not my cup of tea, not my juice.