It doesn't matter to me
That you've been told nonsense
It doesn't matter to me
What they tell you about me
It doesn't matter to me
If you live at the Four Wheel Drive
If people accost you
We're just like two Jackson Five
It doesn't matter to me
That you've left Europe
It doesn't matter to me
If you're still playing dead
It doesn't matter to me whether we're two morons
Or three
4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 morons like me
Knocking at your door
No one's home
Suddenly, completely drunk
The maid
Her hair cut short
You're standing right behind her
I say "How's it going?"
You say "What does it matter to you?"
I came from far away for you
I crossed the seas
You say "I' real happy for you,
But there are some things I gotta do
Don't stay there,
Stamping on my ferns
I never did matter to you
So stop taking on airs"
"Can I sleep in the barn?"
"No"
"Don't you have a raincoat?"
"No"
Go to Hell...