Everybody's lookin' at the baby's face
While she shoves another piece of chocolate cake
She's laughin' harder than a dizzy race
On an old 1980-somethin' super 8
And I would bet that you forgot about those
Same thing happened to the radio
We needed money so you let it go
I'm sorry momma' that you had to sink so low
I'm sorry baby that we had to sink so low
I'm sorry baby that we ever sank so low
Everybody's surfin' on the internet
When all I wanna do is put this song to rest
If I was any good I wouldn't need the press
Or this awful nine-to-fiver cookin' food I guess
I tried to make you supper nice and romantic
But lit the kitchen on fire just a little bit
I'm throwin' pennies in the tub so I can make a wish
I'm sorry all my love is turnin' out like this
I'm sorry all my lovin's turnin' out like this
I'm sorry all my cookin' always tastes like shit
Everybody's lookin' at the quarterback
And what he used to be before his time went past
But now he's someone else's trailer trash
Drinkin' Pabst Blue Ribbon in a paper bag
And every night he tries to overdose
On wild cherry flavored cans of coke
And marathons of all his favorite TV shows
It's hard to think of any better way to go