He had no shoulders so he could not shrug And so he didn't say a thing at all He sat at home watching stupid TV Yeah, he was waiting for his god to call And he knew that the day would come When the sun would cease to shine His lust for life and his lease on boredom Would come unto untimely demise Not a lot to say Not a lot to say Not a lot to say Ain't got much to Absolute zero and it got so cold That he didn't ever want to let go "Find a way", she said And she made him be bold As she took him to her warmth below How they think is what they say And they don't say a thing at all Who they are is what they pick From their nose, like a waterfall Not a lot to say Not a lot to say Not a lot to say Ain't got much to A nose is for snot, and baby, it's not For a straw or a dollar bill And if you don't pick your nose Then maybe, baby, someone else will I can't see past my nose When I stand in front of a wall Rub-a-dub-dub dirty boys in a tub And I know it all Not a lot to say Not a lot to say Not a lot to say Ain't got much to