"Hey Janeane"
You got a sneer as mean as Elvis and a glare as cold as ice
Well I guess somebody disappointed you least once or twice
You say everyone's entitled to their bonehead points of view
Buy you never met an argument you couldn't drive
A big ol Mack truck through
Well, you work a job you hate, cause you hate to work at all
Cause there ain't no jobs requiring attitude and alcohol
Pay check goes to your landlord, what's left goes to your tab
Ain't no use saving up, cause, girl
You just ain't got the thighs for Trinidad
Hey, Janeane, ain't it funny how we hate the same things
And how America forsook both you and me
Hey, Janeane, let's us get drunk, get bitter and get mean
Fall in love and make somebody else doubt what they believe
No life insurance, t-bills, stocks
No paper trail to lead us from this
Ascetic life of disenfranchisement and cable TV
Janeane, they calls us 'slackers,' just can't comprehend
How this suburban picket fence is just a wall and not an end
Well, I knew you were the girl of my dreams, or close enough
When I realized that neither of us had ourselves
A dream left to speak of
Hey, Janeane, ain't it funny how we hate the same things
And how America forsook both you and me
Hey, Janeane, let's us get drunk, get bitter and get mean
Fall in love and make somebody else doubt what they believe
(Hey, Janeane)
Ain't it funny how we hate the same things
(Hey, Janeane)
Ain't it funny how we hate the same things
(Hey, Janeane)
Ain't it funny how we hate the same things
(Hey, Janeane)
Ain't it funny how we hate the same things
(Hey, Janeane)