I am just a bundle of nerves and you're a bubble of joy You hang out with the girls but I'm a boy, a boy You are just a bubble of joy, a joy, a joy Rest my hands in Norway Take me to your doorway When you think I'm okay Rest my hands in Norway Take me to the doorway I am underemployed I dress up like a bird, but I'm a boy, a boy You are just a bubble of joy, a joy, a joy You are so abundantly curved and I am underemployed I dress up like a bird But I'm a boy, a boy