Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire Feetlips

Feetlips, why do you do that way?
You know you'll have to pay
For you're making us nauseas
Feetlips, you know today's the day
You turn the other way
And you eat your galoshes

You thought some people was a tragic name
He was the easiest one to blame
His weather systems tempered and tame
'Till you get wind of

Ah, Feetlips
You're so brash
Waltzing around
Talking your trash
Oh, you haven't been (something)
Now you just talk without thinking
It's what got you this far
But it's not (something)

Feetlips, why do you do that way?
You know you'll have to pay
Feetlips