Heard pretty noises Can you turn them down I think that I'm dying Do you want to go out Because we can play some Pac-Man Or go to the library We could order some Pad Thai without the MSG And they write books about this sort of thing Yeah they write books about this sort of thing Yeah they write books about this sort of thing Yeah they write books about this sort of thing Closed-captioned heartbeats Spelled out five letters long I think she's gone to Nashville She don't care for my songs And if my heart hadn't withered Then perhaps I'd track her down But I've got a lot to stew on So I guess I'll hang around And they write books about this sort of thing Yeah they write books about this sort of thing Yeah they write books about this sort of thing Yeah they write books about this sort of thing