[bad word] 'round like a hair-pin curve in the road
She's got [bad word] in her stocking and she's missing the heel of her shoe
Got up this morning rolled out of bed
I spilled a Diet Coke
Called my mother
Said, Hi. What I meant to say was:
Why is your life a joke?
Then I went down to that ugly bar and
I clicked my heels three times just like you said
And I climbed that road to your empty house
The anticipation was a turn-on...but you let me down
'Cause I stood on that empty street alone
I said, I'm ready for my close-up now, Mr. Demille.
I waited for the light but it never shone
Well I wonder what you do with that expensive piece of land
That overlooks a billion years of history (I have a sneaking suspicion)
You will never understand
Hey maybe I'll see you down by the Rocky & Bullwinkle
And we can talk to that charlatan psychic
And she can paint a prettier picture of your future.
'Cause that day in my life...
That day in my life...
I dreamt tomorrow had a prettier face
I dreamt tomorrow would have better things to say
Than, You look like [bad word]  what's your problem, [bad word] 
You're legs feel like sandpaper, you can't do anything right.
'Cause that day never should have taken place
'Cause this day in my life still cannot explain
Why I listened in the first place
to you
Oh yeah, something else...
I hope one day you call up your father
And you have the guts to tell him how he hurt you
And he made you hurt another
'Cause it makes me sad.