| There’s a singer off a ven,
 | 
| You can easy find the square to the next one
 | 
| And even comes along.
 | 
| And takes your cover live and sings another song
 | 
| It’s just the same.
 | 
| The clock you thumbs up, telling lies on a color stilly ship
 | 
| They sold the world to be a star, but made no use of it.
 | 
| And as the sails were hoisted up I saw that they were fake
 | 
| I had to trip down to the pins that put plastic on my plate.
 | 
| But it’s something real and it’s happened there,
 | 
| And we can watch it blow,
 | 
| Come on, everybody, let’s go, go, go, go.
 | 
| We’re getting really, really, bored there,
 | 
| We’re getting really, really, bored there,
 | 
| We’re getting really, really, really, really, really, really, really bored,
 | 
| bored, bo-bo-boo…
 | 
| I held up a glide that never only glides,
 | 
| Until it finds he’s praying, brings it up back home.
 | 
| Through the listens and the loves
 | 
| You hit him, throw it out, it’s just a phase.
 | 
| Pan trip down to the corner shop to debt took magazine,
 | 
| See themselves came down a shrimp, but that don’t mean a thing.
 | 
| And as a salesman hoist it up, I saw a beam of faith.
 | 
| I had to trip down to the pins and put plastic on my plate.
 | 
| But something real has happened there, we can watch it grow,
 | 
| Come on, everybody, let’s go.
 | 
| We’re getting really, really, bored there,
 | 
| We’re getting really, really, bored there,
 | 
| We’re getting really, really, really, really, really, really, really bored,
 | 
| bored, bo-bo-boo… |