Haven't Got a Clue - The Flaming Lips

You haven’t got a clue

And you don’t know what to do

You used your money and your friends

To try and trick me

But you won’t trick me

As far as I can tell

You’ve created your own hell

And now you walk around this place

Expecting pity

Every time you throw a fit

I can’t decide

If you’re full of it

And every time you state your case

The more I want to punch your face

I go doo doo doo, doo doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo doo

I still can’t believe

All your plastic surgeries

And now it’s everybody’s problem

That you’re unhappy

Oh, come on!

Every time you state your case

The more I’d like to punch your face

Every time you state your case

The more I want to punch your face

And every time you state your case

The more I want to punch your face

I go doo doo doo, doo doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo doo