What's the Matter Boy? (Explicit)

作词 : The Jazz Butcher

You wonder why nobody ever seems to talk to you

After all, you use an aerosol and you've got three pairs of shoes

You got yourself a little education and you keep up with the news

But when you walk in to a party everybody stares

The girls drop drinks into their laps and the boys fall off their chairs

Oh, but you're all alone when everybody's leaving in pairs

If you ever stopped a moment and thought about your ears

("Big, aren't they?""I suppose they are")

Or that noise you make when you've had a bottle of beer

Oh, try to make a mental leap and perhaps it will come clear

Ohhh,

You're the man with the head of an ass

You're the man with the head of an ass

You're the man with the head of an ass

And that's crass

Mmm, pin me back, Max

You want I should tell you something?

You see,

You're the kind of person folks don't like to be around

You make them feel uneasy when you say something profound

If you look close enough I'm sure the reason can be found

You're the man with the head of an ass

You're the man with the head of an ass

You're the man with the head of an ass

That's crass

Ooooh, how disgusting

How now, man with the head of an ass

How now, man with the head of an ass

How now, man with the head of an ass

How now, man with the head of an ass