The Flaming Lips - Haven't Got a Clue (album version) lyrics

Oh man! Oh right! 1, 2, 3 You haven't got a clue and you don't know what to do You used your money and your friends To try and trick me but you won't trick me As far as I can tell you've created your own hell Now you walk around this place expecting pity Every time you throw a fit, I can't decide if you're full of it And every time you state your case The more I want to punch your face I go Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo I still can't believe all your plastic surgery Now it's everybody's problem that you're unhappy, oh, come on! And every time you state your case The more I want to punch your face And every time you state your case The more I want to punch your face And every time you state your case The more I want to punch your face I go Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo