I'm sitting on the sofa, picking my toenails Watching television Rambo three is on, oh boy You come into the room, I think you might be talking Your lips are moving quite a lot so you probably are I think you might have just said “are you even listening” So I nod reflexively, then you say to me Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (x3) You lazy little turd Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (x3) Have you even heard a word? I say “what?” and you say “what did I just ask you?” Which surprisingly I hear quite clearly and I haven't got a clue I say “is this about the garbage?” You say “no, I put it out cause you never would” I say, “that's good, ‘cause I hate doing the garbage” You stand in front of me, I can feel your spit You yell listen up baby, ‘cause this is it, and you say Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (x3) I'm moving to my sisters Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (x3) Then I notice I've got a blister… on my toe… the big one… maybe I should pop it And three weeks later, I notice you are gone Two months after that I get something from your lawyer Three weeks after that I notice you are gone That's when I remember that something from your lawyer, I try to read it, but it just says Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (x3) Furthermore and hereunto Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (x3) Enough of that, I'd rather sing a fugue FUGUE