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La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la

I called you twenty-seven times from Blythe
While I was out on the road
Your stupid sister always picks up the phone
And says that you're not at home

I drink Ensure to try and make me look healthy
But I feel like a lightweight
I try to talk real cool, try to act proud
But I still can't get a date

You're so busy
You're so busy
Now I'm incoherent
Feeling like a loser

You're so busy
You're so busy
Like a single parent
In a nuclear winter

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la

You told me my twig was as good as gold
And now I'm feeling real foolish
The ghosts of all my loves are coming back to haunt me
Now it feels really ghoulish

I read "The Art Of War" to try to get a battle plan
But I didn't get it
I watch the talk shows and I listen to my therapist
But I still feel like shit

You're so busy
You're so busy
Now I'm incoherent
Feeling like a loser

You're so busy
You're so busy
Like a single parent
In a nuclear winter

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la

Maybe if I could just walk on water
Then you couldn't ignore me
Or take a swan dive from twenty-seven stories
Could finally set me free

You give me one touch then you cast me aside
Just like a piece of lumber
Ooh, when I call you up and try to get a date, well, you say
"Here take a number"

You're so busy
You're so busy
Now I'm incoherent
Feeling like a loser

You're so busy
You're so busy
Like a single parent
In a nuclear winter

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la