Pick a piece of paper from the pickles on view And part the P's like the P's don't care Despite that the pox it found him in incredible health And the test was a minor scare. Whatever's sensible. They made their mother mix my multiple heads 'Til the aches on their mansion grew And then it becomes a metaphor for holding your own You keep it down 'cos it's good for you. Whatever's sensible. Like owning your own house was ever sensible Like taking your time was ever sensible Like watching your back was ever sensible What's wrong with getting what you want?