There is a little rock that hangs out in my house And I looked at it one day and I thought it was neat But the rock became much needier than I had thought And now I have to look at the rock in order to live And the rock tells me things that I ought to do And it make me think the things I am are not so good But the things that I am are all the things I'll be And I'd like to stop looking at the rock so much Because when I look at the rock then I want to scream And I'm beginning to think that the rock is bad for me But I've tied myself inexorably to this rock So I guess I'll be treating myself bad for now And the rock tells me that if I stop looking at it Then I will stop existing and there's no more me And I think the rock is lying but I really can't be sure Because I've never tried to stop looking at the rock So I'll keep myself attached to the rock I have And I'll look at the rock as much as it wants me to look And in the moment that I decide to stop looking at the rock I'll feel extremely bad for choosing to do other things La-di-da, la-di-da La-di-da-da-da La-di-da da da da La-di-ya-da-da-da La-di-da, da-da-di-da Da-di-da-da-da La-di-da da da da La-di-di-da-di-da