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