Well he walks with his head up high Flips a wink and wonders why He never gets his wool Maybe he"s a stone-blessed Manganese She couldn"t really care much about it Hey there Bighead You Bighead, you"re alright He"s wasted, but feelin alright Well she drives with her eyes straight ahead Always win cause she never said Anything to lead you in Out with her head up high, a tasty twisted lullaby She couldn"t really care about this When the jig is up you"ll find yourself With just your hand By the Thermador you"ll stay