The Dead Milkmen
Текст песни Fauxhemia

I just don't get Norah Jones
The other day I was on my way home
And on the radio in my car
I heard her interviewed on NPR
Even though I hate to admit it
I hear her music and I just don't get it
Maybe if I tried just a little bit harder
Then I could be just a little bit smarter
And like all the things I'm supposed to like

Your 300 lb psychic baby
Knows when you leave the room
Your 300 lb psychic baby
Knows where you hide the food

I just don't get Norah Jones
Maybe this is why I feel so alone
Like some kind of social Cast off
Or a maybe modern Visigoth
And if I never get Norah Jones
There's a good chance that I'll die alone
Maybe if I took the matter in hand
Then I could be a smarter man
And enjoy the films of Wes Anderson

Your 300 lb psychic baby
Knows when you leave the room
Your 300 lb psychic baby
Knows where you hide the food

Your 300 lb psychic baby
Knows when you leave the room
Your 300 lb psychic baby
Knows that you're gonna die soon