We’re so young and happy
And we know where it’s at
We’re never wrong about nothing
And we look pretty good
We never ever have to worry
We’re always in a hurry
To convince ourselves that what we are
Is really very groovy
If we believe what’s in the papers
And the magazines that define our folklore
We can never laugh at who or what we think we are
Or even what we think
We sorta oughta be
’Cause we are totally empty
And our lives are really useless
So what the fuck?
We ain’t got no sense of humor
We got nothing left
To laugh about
Including ourselves