Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?/ Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?

It's the day we do the things that we deplore/ On the other three hundred and sixty-four

Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am/ Bigger and stronger too. Maybe.

If there's a prize for rotten judgment/ I guess I've already won that

And I want a moment to be real/ Wanna touch things I don't feel

That's my cigar/ You'll steal another/ Hey, bummers, we've got work to do

Sometimes castles fall to the ground/ but that's where four-leaf clovers are found

There is just one moon and one golden sun/ And a smile means friendship to everyone

Year after year, it's the same routine/ And I grow so weary of the sound of screams

When you rush around in hopeless circles/ looking everywhere for something true