Sister Jane has a little book
Full of autographs of useless people
Seems a waste in the time she took
And it gets me mad which makes us equal

Chorus
Ooh, hundreds of people left out in the cold
Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold
Useless information
Tons of useless information
Seems to fill my head
With nowhere else to go
(Isn't it amazing?!)

Mrs. Payne at the door again
With the news about her operation
Will the Lord ever make the rain
Wash away such useless information

Chorus (repeat)

Isn't it amazing
Now you can see why conversation is dying
And time is passing you by

Turn your ears to the weather man
Saying it be colder in December
Get your boots and your astrakhan
It's been the same for years
So I remember

Chorus (repeat)

Hundreds of people
Filling my head with
Useless information….

Hundreds of people
Filling my head with
Useless information….

Repeat