(-) = Side Mouth
[Intro]
Oh, hey guys! Hahahaha [coughs]
Sorry, for that. Oh, my god! What happened to my voice!? (Seems like you're finally growing up, Yotam)
I don't like this voice, it's too manly!
(Just knock it off and grow up!)
But Side Mouth if I grow up, you'll be gone...
(Oh, baby. Don't worry about that, I'm not going anywhere. I'm your schizophrenia!)
Oh, what's that? That sounds cute
(Now let's do a song!)
Okay, we will
I'm twenty today
A weird feeling I'd say
Like I'm supposed to straighten my back
What do people do when they get here too?
Do we know or do we just make it up?
Get a job, get a home, find a girl, play some golf
Drink whiskey straight without doing a face
Fix the shelf, change some bulbs, be a fan of a sport
Punch a clock, you're close to the mark
But I might not be fit for that
With every year slowly grows my fear
That I'm not where I should be
If I were sixteen then this would have been
A hell lot more impressive
Get a dumb hobby, bottle your beer
Punch your wife in the face, have a son who's not a queer
Make a good eulogy, partake in fantasy
Football, of course I ain't gay
But I still might not be fit for that
It'll probably be just like last year
With a different number
Higher expectations with every year, oh dear
[Outro]
(Well that wasn't funny at all)
It wasn't supposed to be funny
(But you're supposed to make them laugh)
No, I just wanted to bear my soul
(Okay Yotam, sure whatever)
I'm real sensitive, you know?
(Yeah...)