I don't know what it's meant to mean
  If it doesn't sound real
  Or if it's just what it seems
  I don't remember, I forgot what I said
  But don't let it go to your head
  And don't hold me it's just the sound that I make
  And what do you care what I say anyway
  Unless you choose to hear me confuse
  I guess I got nothin' to lose
  
  Chorus: No one's really complaining
  About the pouring rain
  There's no sense in explaining
  All the sense has been drained
  
  Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends
  And they all seem so happy our pissed-off friends
  The sound is totally fake
  Kind of like the noise that a cow makes:
  Stupid, no more than stupid, so dumb I ought to be beaten
  Should be cooked and be eaten - chewed right down
  Planted like corn in the ground
  To be fed to the hogs...
  
  (Chorus)
  
  *Like a wipeout I hit my face
  Right down like a turtle by the fireplace
  Glass eyes starin' to the rear
  On the table is a baby with five ears
  And the baby's got plans to an airplane
  The product of his big fat brain
  And out in the bushes he hears
  A small voice ringing in his extra ears
  
  Repeat *
  Chorus... Chorus... Chorus... Round... Round... Blah...