Lately there's a bug in my head He's singing 'bout the way that I should never have to leave my bed My bone don't, never act their age My back is on its way to a cast and then an early grave But I do what I can But I may not know the difference 'cause I grew up in a sardine can Mmhmm Money nearest the floor A photo of the thief is nailed to the back of the door The children are tied to the roof The cops have got a new machine to fabricate the rest of the proof And I do what I can But I may not know the difference 'cause I grew up in a sardine can Mmhmm But I do what I can But I may not know the difference 'cause I grew up in a sardine can Mmhmm