I am bottled, fizzy water and you are shaking me up You are a fingernail running down the chalkboard I thought I left in third grade Now my only consolation is that this could not last forever Even though you're singing and thinking how well you've got it made Who are you? When will you be through? Yeah, it's just a phase It will be over soon Yeah, it's just a phase Yeah, it's just a phase ♪ Call it women's intuition, but I think I'm on to something here Temporaryism has been the Black Plague and the Jesus of our age I know that I sound opinionated, maybe biased, and quite possibly jaded But sooner than later, they'll be throwing quarters at you on stage Who are you? When will you be through? Yeah, it's just a phase It will be over soon Yeah, it's just a phase And I'm waiting for it to be over too Yeah, oh-ho Yeah, oh-ho Yeah, oh-ho Yeah, oh-ho Yeah, oh-ho Yeah, oh-ho Yeah