Lyrics

I slit my wrists with my Swingline Copied myself 500 times I pierced my ears with a 3-hole punch Ate 12 dozen donuts for lunch But next week I'm a walk, next week I'm a walk: And the week after that I'm gonna run I swam in an Olympic-size pool; Had a picnic with a ventriloquist Saw my brother coming up the hill: He wrapped a beach towel round my wrist So next week I'm a walk, next week I'm a walk: And the week after that I'm gonna run I dumped Surel for an older man; Now I'm doing it for Dante Gimme some of that nasty water I'll take it one sip at a time So next week I'm a walk, next week I'm a walk: And the week after that I'm gonna run Next week I'm a walk: And the week after that I'm gonna run On one of those things: It's something like a treadmill I think So next week I'm a walk, next week I'm a walk: And the week after that I'm gonna run