Listen to the organ that I play for you Since you’ve got no choice, hear me through You look as if you like it, but you seem reserved It’s my requiem for a jerk.
I wrote it in the bath, on my breakfast tray Cut my appetite (cut my appetite) For the day (for the day) I tried to raise a toast, ate the second verse Buttered requiem (buttered requiem) For a jerk (for a jerk) It’s an afternoon for mourners but the tears don’t come Got what you deserve, (got what you deserve) The maximum (the maximum) Well I’m getting sentimental but it’s too much work, What’s a requiem to a jerk?
Well the devil left a message “Go try paradise, hell’s a lot too hot, not too nice. Try to take in God if you’ve got the nerve, Even I don’t need stupid jerks.”
Listen to the organ that I play for you Since you’ve got no choice, hear me through. You look as if you like it, in your wooden shirt It’s my requiem (it’s my requiem) For a jerk (for a jerk) I wrote it in the bath, on my breakfast tray Cut my appetite (cut my appetite) For the day (for the day)
On your white washed face, blue steal prison wall I write “Stupid jerk!” That’s all. (that’s all)