If I had a tail to chase around I would go for days and days I would never cease to run amok Until I got stuck in phrase If I found a finger in a can I would drink it anyway Sprout a hundred nails and twenty hands Scratch it off and fly away It's such a waste It's such a waste It's such a waste and I can't make up for this Stammer oh I stumble through the words Tethering about my mind If I could find a way Out of the woods Right into that frying pan Crack your eyes open in a stew Make it sweeter than a pill Pour a little sugar in the wound Mix it all up once again It's such a waste It's such a waste It's such a waste and I can't make up for this It's such a waste, oh It's such a waste, oh It's such a waste and I can't make up for this And I can't make up for this And I can't make up for this