Sweet Gene, the village queen, all your friends are just a tad obscene
The yeast? To be a Catholic priest, or discrimination suit at the very least
(let Oprah tell us all about it...)
My head is spinning but I never touch the ground Im moving on
Oh my, the alibis, no one sins without a reason why
No blame, were all the same, and everyones a victim in this no fault game
(let Jerry tell us all about it...)
My head is spinning but I never tough the ground, Im moving on!
Chorus:
Ou...Ah...
Well Im spinnin...
Ou...Ah...
Ya! Im spinnin...
Ou...Ah...
Oh! Im spinnin...
Ou...Ah...
Well Im spinnin...
Ou...
Boo Hoo! Im done with you! My head is crowded from your points of view
We are the same! Were all to blame!
All your whinings just a cryin shame!
(let Jesus tell us all about it...)
My head is spinning but I never tough the ground, Im moving on!
Chorus
Ou...Ah...
Well Im spinnin...
Ou...Ah...
Ya! Im spinnin...
Ou...Ah...
Oh! Im spinnin...
Ou...Ah...
Well Im spinnin...
Ou...