Johnny wiped out
He can't walk
He's got a prosthetic hip
And Jenny don't care
She can't talk
She got Prozac 'scrip'
And daddy's alright
Just retired
He's got an artificial heart
But mommy don't mind
She gets her loving
At the Jiffy Mart

And they look so sad
In their regulation check-out clothes
It makes me so glad
That I'm not one of those
No, I'm not one of those

Will Jimmy's going down
But it's okay
He's got elevator shoes
And sissy got a jones
Riding her bones
She got the methadone blues
But I'm on hold
And I don't mind
I've got the muzak groove
Cause it's gone cold
But I won't fight
Cause I'm born to lose

And they look so sad
In their regulation check-out clothes
It makes me so glad
That I'm not one of those
No, I'm not one of those