your slack-jawed dimness is our loss
condemns us to your point of view
who could give a flying toss
what you like to chill out to?
and why should i lighten up for you
if you can't heavy up for me?
why should i? why should i?
you grunt and root your patch of earth
adrift from shame and deaf to sound
how much is your praise really worth?
about the same as your thumbs down
and why should i lighten up for you
if you can't heavy up for me?
why should i? why should i?
and why should i lighten up for you
if you can't heavy up for me?
why should i? why should i?
but at least a man can dream
who thinks he's an ice cream
and why should i lighten up for you
if you can't heavy up for me?
why should i? why should i?