Oh man! Oh right! 1, 2, 3

You haven't got a clue and you don't know what to do
You used your money and your friends
To try and trick me but you won't trick me
As far as I can tell you've created your own hell
Now you walk around this place expecting pity

Every time you throw a fit, I can't decide if you're full of it
And every time you state your case
The more I want to punch your face I go
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

I still can't believe all your plastic surgery
Now it's everybody's problem that you're unhappy, oh, come on!

And every time you state your case
The more I want to punch your face
And every time you state your case
The more I want to punch your face
And every time you state your case
The more I want to punch your face I go
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo