Another opinion
I'm treading a fine line between
Epiphanies and the worst example of mankind
I want to be better than this, maybe the best
If only to make myself more attractive to the opposite sex
Sit on the bed
So you can just shout at me
Pull out the books on the shelf
Pretend that you wrote them yourself
Pick up the highlights
Pick up the slack
Too many exclamation marks could never hold you back
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the programme and if
You're not bored we can start over again
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the television era
I'm hiding again
Don't tell me I have to go
So terrified of all the girls just cutting off my clothes
It's not from the inside
It's not going in
I'm into stranger things than this don't ask me where I've been
Right now it's all that I am looking for
Think of the children
Think of the young
There's plenty of Simpsons left to watch all the way from season one
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the programme and if
You're not bored we can start over again
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the television era
Mama! Mama!
Can you send me a postcard from the
Furthest away you can possibly get?
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the television era
And it's everywhere
And I'm trying to fake it
I got plenty of hair
Tell me I'm gonna make it
And it's everywhere
It's in all of the papers
If they even exist anymore
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the programme and if
You're not bored we can start over again
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the television era
Mama! Mama!
Can you send me a postcard from the
Furthest away you can possibly get?
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the television era
And it's everywhere
And I'm trying to fake it
I got plenty of hair
Tell me I'm gonna make it
And it's everywhere
It's in all of the papers
If they even exist anymore, anymore
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the programme and if
You're not bored we can start over again
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the television era
Mama! Mama!
Can you send me a postcard from the
Furthest away you can possibly get?
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the television era
And it's everywhere
And I'm trying to fake it
I got plenty of hair
Tell me I'm gonna make it
And it's everywhere
It's in all of the papers
If they even exist anymore, anymore
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the programme and if
You're not bored we can start over again
Mama! Mama!
It's the end of the television era