What do you come here seeking advice Boy get rid of that head lice Crawling, crawling out of here We don't see you anymore You must have found some kind of cure Take care of your problems makes you smile, smile, smile Can't believe that you have found Can't believe you tracked us down It's hard to imagine that were always found We've not seen you in some time You must have fallen in a hole Now we carry our boxes all alone Will you come bother me Well I'm keeping up with you And that's more than you can ask me to Being my soul mates good for you My shoes have fallen on bad times Always standing here in line It's hard to imagine why they're always on They don?t? seem to be aware Leave their footprints everywhere Footprints everywhere And everywhere that Mary went She has reason to believe That it goes on and on and on and on and on Will you come bother me