The enchilada burned my lips That cheesy sauce was wicked hot So much for my clean white shirt Now it's got a reddish spot Oh well Picking radishes in a radish lot Got turned around and lost my keys So much for my black blue jeans Now they're soiled below the knees Oh well Take this notion if you please That everything is somehow sorta connected Well so much for my peace of mind Looks like it's time now to be rejected Oh well I took your car and went and wrecked it That crazy fender looks like a work of art now Like something on display in gay Pari Like something snuck into a midnight Orlando park Oh well I phoned you up on an outright lark Full of saying both clever and wry A tiny bird decided to hover about And drop white shit on my new nectie Oh well Oh well Oh well |