i wrote it in the bath, on my breakfast tray

Cut my appetite for the day

I tried to raise the toast, ate the second verse

Buttered requiem for a jerk

It'a an afternoon for mourners,

But the tears don't come

Get what you deserve, the maximum.

I'm getting sentimental, but it's too much work

What a requiem to a jerk

Even I don't need stupid jerks

All right, stupid jerk

That's all