The Dead Milkmen - Fauxhemia lyrics

I just don't get Norah Jones The other day I was on my way home And on the radio in my car I heard her interviewed on NPR Even though I hate to admit it I hear her music and I just don't get it Maybe if I tried just a little bit harder Then I could be just a little bit smarter And like all the things I'm supposed to like Your 300 lb psychic baby Knows when you leave the room Your 300 lb psychic baby Knows where you hide the food I just don't get Norah Jones Maybe this is why I feel so alone Like some kind of social Cast off Or a maybe modern Visigoth And if I never get Norah Jones There's a good chance that I'll die alone Maybe if I took the matter in hand Then I could be a smarter man And enjoy the films of Wes Anderson Your 300 lb psychic baby Knows when you leave the room Your 300 lb psychic baby Knows where you hide the food Your 300 lb psychic baby Knows when you leave the room Your 300 lb psychic baby Knows that you're gonna die soon