Lyrics:

It's been one week since you looked at me

Cocked your head to one side

and said 'I'm angry'

Five days since you laughed at me saying

'Get that together, come back and see me'

Three days since the living room

I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you

Yesterday you'd forgiven me

But it's still be two days till I say I'm sorry



Hold it now and watch the hoodwink

As I make you stop, think

You'll think you're looking at Aquaman

I summon fish to the dish,

although I like the Chalet Swiss

And I like the sushi

'cause it's never touched a frying pan

Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes

Big like LeAnn Rimes

Because I'm all about value

Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits

You try to match wits, you try to hold me

but I bust through

Like Andrew Lloyd, I've got a big show

Mine's about a Back-Hoe

There'll be a big sound from the pavement

Gonna make a break and take a fake

I'd like a stinkin' achin' shake

I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours

Gotta see the show, 'cause then you'll know

The vertigo is gonna grow

'Cause it's so dangerous,

you'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think you're funny

when you're mad

Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad

I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral

Can't understand what I mean?

Well, you soon will

I have a tendency to wear my mind

on my sleeve

I have a history of taking off my shirt



It's been one week since you looked at me

Threw your arms in the air

and said 'You're crazy'

Five days since you tackled m e

I've still got the rug burns on both my knees

It's been three days since the afternoon

You realized it's not my fault

not a moment too soon

Yesterday you'd forgiven me

And now I sit back and wait

till you say you're sorry



Chickity China the Chinese chicken

Have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'

Watchin' X-Files with no lights on

We're dans la maison

I hope the Smoking Man's in this one

Like Harrison Ford, I'm getting frantic

Like Sting, I'm tantric

Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy



Like Kurasawa, I make mad films

Okay, I don't make films

But if I did they'd have a Samurai

Like Skywalker, gotta big hunch

Hey, that's my lunch

Yoda's a really, really old guy

Gonna get a set a' better clubs

Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs

Just so my irons aren't always flying

off the back-swing

Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon

'Cause the cartoon has got

the boom anime babes

That make me think the wrong thing



How can I help it if I think you're funny

when you're mad

Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad

I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral

Can't understand what I mean?

You soon will

I have a tendency to wear

my mind on my sleeve

I have a history of losing my shirt



It's been one week since you looked at me

Dropped your arms to your sides

and said 'I'm sorry'

Five days since I laughed at you and said

'You just did just what I thought

you were gonna do'

Three days since the living room

We realized we're both to blame,

but what could we do?

Yesterday you just smiled at me

'Cause it'll still be two days

till we say we're sorry

It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry

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