Pop song ringing in my ear
Makes me wonder what I'm doing here
Without my freaky angel on my shoulder
Sunshine and a beer
Not the sort to drink the stuff
I wanna treat her right enough
But here comes her mother
She's coming for me
She says "There's coffee in the cup, unless you'd rather have tea"
I say, "No, thank you, I'm thirsty and tea will be fine"
She opens up the Bible reads the very first line
It says, pop song ringing in my ear
Makes me wonder what I'm doing here
Without my freaky angel on my shoulder sunshine and a beer
Not the sort to drink the stuff
I wanna treat her right enough
The ghost of her father
Asleep in his chair
His snoring doesn't bother me as much as his hair
Which sits on his head
As if it's not there
The problem with the kids today is that they don't care about magic
Oh, oh, oh
Pop song wakes me from my bed
It's come for the junk that's in my head
Pop song, a rich and gooey glue
Sticks me to me and me to you
Pop song ringing in my
Pop song ringing in my hair
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Visions of summer a white dog and you
We saw it in chicago at the waffle house too
It was a trip to masako's a scene at the spoon
In the blue light of the stereo under St. Nick's pink moon
It was magic
Oh, oh, oh
Magic
Oh, oh, oh
Magic
Oh, oh, oh
Magic
Oh, oh, oh
Pop song ringing in my ear
Makes me wonder what I'm doing here
Without my freaky angel on my shoulder
Sunshine and a beer
Not the sort to drink the stuff
I wanna treat her right
Pop song ringing in my ear
Makes me wonder what I'm doing here
Without my freaky angel on my shoulder
Sunshine and a beer
Not the sort to drink the stuff
I wanna treat her right enough
I wanna treat her right enough
I wanna treat her right, and treat her right, and treat her, treat her, treat her right
And treat her, treat her, treat her right and
Pop song!