At the side of the man with the torpedo cigar From the tanning salon to the back of his car You don't even notice You don't even notice Like a princess in a candy store You look around for two minutes then you say you're bored But you don't even notice You don't even notice Like everybody in this universe You say it's horrible and it's getting worse But you don't even notice You don't even notice But way down below you all those tiny spots Are growing and moving to a bigger sandbox And they're on their way And one of these somedays When you've drugged yourself comatose That's when you swear that you feel the most But you don't even notice You don't even notice And it can get all over your face But 'til it hits you in another place You won't even notice You won't even notice