What you shoulda been
What you woulda been
But it ain't no problem now
What's your middle name?
Are you often blamed?
Do you care about the cost?

Da-da-da, da-da-da
Da-da-da, da-da-da
Da-da-da, da
Da-da-da

Where's the middle again?
Can I get back there?
Well, I won't let them talk
Well, it's at it again
And it heads to its home

Do, do, do, do, do, do
On the north end of Redded Woe
Well, I won't be ready to go
Da-da-da, da-da-da
Da-da-da

A little bit older now
Out in the wilderness
With some valedictorian
You had wagered up your torch
And then you lost your paraffin

Off the dead stump of the trees
Oh, your head it split the crease
And the ghosts you may never know
You will never mend

I will never end
And I went off then
To the meadowlands
Where your mama can't

That's a boundary pass on it
What you woulda been
What you shoulda been died, woo

Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more than that
Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more
Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more than that
Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more

Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more than that
Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more
Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more than that
Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more

Here we go
What's that supposed to be, it is over me
All before eleven-thirty

Oh, ah, ooh, ooh
Ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

I won't belabor points, but I will hit you on the head
I won't belabor points, but I will hit it on the head
I won't belabor points, but I will hit you on the head
I won't belabor points, but I will hit it on the head