I Write The B-sides
That Make A Small Portion Of The World Cry
I Like The Seaside
And Singing Songs That Make You Not Wanna Die
Throw A Stone Into The Sea
And Wait For It To Come Back To Me
Better Get Out On The Boat
'cause Someone Told Me That Stones Don't Float

I Like To Sit Out Back
And Look Up At The Squirrels In The Trees
They Don't Like Radio Tracks
And They Don't Ever Talk Down To Me
Throw A Nut Up In The Tree
Gonna Fall Right Back On Me
Well These Guys Know Who They Are
And What They Need Is In Their Own Backyard

I Like To Play In The Snow
I Stick My Hand In Now Where Did It Go
It Might Be Mighty Cold
But That's All Part Of Not Doing What You're Told