| I feel like a bluebottle fly |
| Looking down, multi-faceted eye |
| From the wall as you slip and you slide |
| Ain’t it nice, people on ice |
| I think that i know what to say |
| But you people just get in the way |
| But i know that i like what i play |
| Ain’t it strange, feel like a change |
| Then somebody comes and smiles at me |
| And i can’t feel bad at all |
| Half a bottle of tequila later |
| And i’m sliding down the wall |
| It appears thru a hole in the sky |
| Something new that makes us feel high |
| Stops a smile from becoming a sigh |
| Ain’t it sweet, people are neat |
| Then somebody throws a brick at me |
| And it hits me in the face |
| Half an hour lying on my back |
| Staring blankly into space |
| I wish the world would jump in a hole |
| And leave me on my own |
| Don’t need no refrigerators |
| No heaters or no phone |
| I feel like a bluebottle fly |
| Looking down, multi-faceted eye |
| From the wall as you slip and you slide |
| Ain’t it nice, talking to lice |
| Then somebody comes and picks me up |
| And they put me in a jar |
| It appears that i’m very rare |
| They gonna make me be a star |
| Sing along |
| La la la la la la la |