Lyrics

I know I got a screw loose
But I ain't exactly mechanically-inclined
I guarantee a good time
Like Kid Dyn-o-mite
Got a sideshow in a scrapyard on the South side

When you’re looking at me, tell me what you see?
Think of everything you left behind
I’m not all sugar and spice
Here, take my advice
Since I know I won’t be using it, right:

You oughta leave

I keep getting smaller
Painted the windows shut
I wail and holler
Something sticky’s on my collar
But it's dark down here and I can't say what

An eccentric inventor
Haunting an abandoned amusement park?
A funky Fab Five Freddy?
Or oven-ready Steady-Eddie
Very fresh-scented and gingerbready?

I’ll be who you want me to be
As long as it's not me

Wanna write a love song from scratch?
Step one: invent the universe
Everybody's got something to sell
But who's got something to say?
I'm standing in your doorway
With my broken bouquet

Please don’t leave