What do you come here seeking advice
Boy get rid of that head lice
Crawling, crawling out of hereWe dont see you anymore
You must have found some kind of cure
Take care of your problems makes you smile, smile, smileCant believe that you have found
Cant believe you tracked us down
Its hard to imagine that were always foundWeve not seen you in some time
You must have fallen in a hole
Now we carry our boxes all aloneWill you come bother meWell Im keeping up with you
And thats more than you can ask me to
Being my soul mates good for youMy shoes have fallen on bad times
Always standing here in line
Its hard to imagine why theyre always onThey dont seem to be aware
Leave their footprints everywhere
Footprints everywhereAnd everywhere that Mary went
She has reason to believe
That it goes on and on and on and on and onWill you come bother me