The Great Burrito Extortion Case lyrics

Such a big man
Such a little chick
I think it all goes back to your tiny
Pick-up truck in the driveway
With a sticker on the window
"Rest in Peace Number 3"
Tell all your friends
How you put her in her place
7 pounds of makeup
Just to hide her beat up face
Such a pretty face

It takes a tough man to slap her around
Such a bad guy to keep such a good girl down

I can lay it on real thick
'Cause I know how you don't like to get bogged down
With anything 'bout us
And our kick ass true love tale
Sorry I swore just then
'Cause I know you hate it
And by the way that cake you baked me really sucked
But I ate it

'Cause I loved you even more than you could ever imagine
Here's a friendly goodbye
5,6,7

Ain't that a "b" with an itch

I was out on the front line, doin' just fine,
Put it all behind me, 'til I came across a letter
from an old friend, asking "how ya been?"
Stopped me dead in my tracks and shot me right back there
to

Stop before you get me started
Maybe I'll just go
And I'm not exactly broken hearted
I think you already know
That there's more to the story that I'm givin' up
Maybe I should just grow up

There's a picture of a girl somewhere
That fits this empty frame
And there's a song here somewhere with a happier refrain
It came to me, I think they call it an epiphany
Man that's a big word

Ch:

You know Monday was mad
Tuesday was worse
I gotta say Wednesday for the sake of this verse
Thursday was actually pretty OK - for once
Dont even talk about Friday night
You know I didnt get laid and I didnt fight with my girlfriend
Cause I dont have one anymore

Now you wont have me to push around
Wont have me to kick around
I wont be here for the run around
No oh, no oh oh oh

Friends like you!
Who needs friends?
Friends like you!
Who needs friends?
Friends like you!
Who needs friends?
Friends like you!

You know ya left the window open
And now the cat is gone
And my girlfriend says
You're really sweet what the hell is going on?
You never gave me back my leather jacket
And now it's out of style
And I warned you that that incense burner

Four years, you think for sure
That's all you've got to endure
All the total dicks, all the stuckup chicks
So superficial, so immature

But then when you graduate
You take a look around and you say, hey! wait!
This is the same as where I just came from
I thought it was over
Aw, that's just great

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and who's having sex

(This fucking song is all personality)
(Dude, that's the shit!)

Well we've all heard about
how the guys in the band
Weren't the popular kids in school
And now you hate your parents
'cause of the way you turned out
But in the end the blame's on you

And we all sympathize with your torn-apart heart
And your really artistic worldly views
It sells records when you're sad these days

You were right all along.
You know I hate that, admitting I was wrong.
So I don't answer the phone when it's you.
It's funny when I see the caller I.D.
Shows the phone line's still in your dad's name.
So hey, I'm doing OK.

And I'll get back to you if you come back to me.
Your voice is so Marilyn Monroe.
It's funny how that makes me wanna smash the phone.

I woke up today.
That was my first mistake.
Woulda been better off
In the middle of a dream
I was havin' bout a brighter day.
Yesterday, I gave my heart away.
By the middle of the day,
You could search for a sucker
And buy it now on ebay.

CHORUS 1
Hold your head up and face the day.
Seems like everybody's got a way
To say "I'm doing OK."
I'm OK as long as you're happy-
Without me.

Man, you're really one heck of a guy
Best friend since Jr. High
You showed me Playboy for the very first time
That was rad

We saw Bon Jovi, we sat in the front row
I pierced your ear right before the show
We stole your brother's beer and he didn't know, whoa

Whoa, your new girlfriend is a son of a gun
Did you fall in love or did you just wanna get some? (just wanna get some?)

Jeanie has a dad that might as well be dead.
A case of day habit and three other kids.
She's a much more beautiful person
Then you'll ever know.
She hates the world
At least the one outside.
She's a Myspace kid livin a virtual life.
She's a much more beautiful person
Than she'll ever know.

CHORUS
Close your eyes and let time tick by.
In this life, it's OK to cry, sometimes.

Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

She's a knock-out and she likes my favourite movies;
David Letterman and Chinese Delivery.
She loves Miller Light and watching Tyson fighting,
Hanging with my friends and football on a monday night.
But little did I know

She's morphing like a power ranger;
Really sweet but just don't ask her
What her favourite colour is if she knows you like brown.

I always thought my movie
Would be a comedy
Not quite the tragedy that its become
More slapstick than chickflick
More 'Caddyshack' than 'Breakfast At Tiffany's'
So, thank me at the podium
For a lifetime of contribution
Turn on the cameras
Someone cue the extras
Hair and makeup to the set

Because the big screen's callin
Final casting call

Well, I know that it's early
And it's too hard to think.
And the broken empty bottles
Are reminder in the sink.
But I thought that I should tell you
If it's not to late to say.
I can put back all the pieces
They just might not fit the same.

Cause nothing's worth losing
Especially the chance to make it right.

And I know that we're gonna be fine.
And the tattooed mistakes

Remember back at Ryder High
Wishing on stars in the Texas sky
I got your name tattooed
Across my heart how could we lose
Back in black when we were hand in hand
Two young kids like Jack and Diane
Falling at the speed of light
Burning up never felt so right
So why I don't miss you
Tell me what I am supposed to do
After all the shit that we've been through
I can't feel a thing