I was bred a loser
Who’s dumb enough to choose it
Mama, why didn’t you give me something else?
Life is full of strangers
First they look like angels
Then [bad word] and knock me off the rails
Brought up on movies
I’m still a tourist
An alien in the land of the smart and brave

Mummy, give me knowledge
Send me to the college
The special college
Where they’ll change my mind
My head is like a cabbage
I cannot tell garbage from silver and water from wine

I’m looking at my photos
So sullen and distorted
As if I’ve got a nail stuck in my [bad word] I look for someone pretty 
Who smells like Monika Vitti
To give me love and bring me to my sense
I look like a toy
stupid Christmas toy
That makes children shiver and cry
Tammique says I’m funny
I never have no money
To buy her vodka and gin, tequila, beer or wine

Need no [bad word] knowledge
Don’t send me to the college
The special college where I’ll surely die

Born a child
I’d like to die a child
What’s the [bad word] point of getting grown up