I'm a dead animal You're used to seeing my guts You see me lying on the street Just drive right over me While you're putting on your makeup I'm the next holiday I'm your team, down by six I'm all your meals at once A French blonde at sunday brunch Mouth full, talking politics We should all do this again next week It's broken in pieces But here comes another one It's staining your teeth But we'll buy you other ones I wish that I was more original Well, maybe I am, but I won't ever know I'd need to hear it from someone else Because I wouldn't believe myself I'm not a star, I'm just the next John Doe You've practiced shooting your gun You hit the bullseye every time And no one would guess From the way that you dress That there's a Blaser under your suit and tie But I'm so happy we can all be friends It's broken in pieces But here comes another one It's staining your teeth But we'll buy you other ones How perfect, so worth it What was I worried 'bout? All week I, (?) Down here, we've (?) It's broken in pieces But here comes another one It's staining your teeth But we'll buy you other ones Come sit, there's so much you Need to forget about Don't hurry, no worries This one is on the house