"Hey Janeane" You got a sneer as mean as Elvis and a glare as cold as ice Well I guess somebody disappointed you least once or twice You say everyone's entitled to their bonehead points of view Buy you never met an argument you couldn't drive A big ol Mack truck through Well, you work a job you hate, cause you hate to work at all Cause there ain't no jobs requiring attitude and alcohol Pay check goes to your landlord, what's left goes to your tab Ain't no use saving up, cause, girl You just ain't got the thighs for Trinidad Hey, Janeane, ain't it funny how we hate the same things And how America forsook both you and me Hey, Janeane, let's us get drunk, get bitter and get mean Fall in love and make somebody else doubt what they believe No life insurance, t-bills, stocks No paper trail to lead us from this Ascetic life of disenfranchisement and cable TV Janeane, they calls us 'slackers,' just can't comprehend How this suburban picket fence is just a wall and not an end Well, I knew you were the girl of my dreams, or close enough When I realized that neither of us had ourselves A dream left to speak of Hey, Janeane, ain't it funny how we hate the same things And how America forsook both you and me Hey, Janeane, let's us get drunk, get bitter and get mean Fall in love and make somebody else doubt what they believe (Hey, Janeane) Ain't it funny how we hate the same things (Hey, Janeane) Ain't it funny how we hate the same things (Hey, Janeane) Ain't it funny how we hate the same things (Hey, Janeane) Ain't it funny how we hate the same things (Hey, Janeane)