I had some brand-new shoes
They were all red, but they gave me the blues
And [bad word] away, they left me a letter

It's just like you told me it'd be
It's nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing at all

We are all made of air
There's stars in my eyes, and there's sun in my hair
And [bad word] away, it makes me feel better

It's just like you told me it'd be
It's nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing at all

When [bad word] down to this
I'm neither sorry, nor cross, nor I'm fit
And [bad word] away, there's smoke on my sweater

It's just like you told me it'd be
It's nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing at all