Not that I care

Just drivin' outta town
Listening to Bob Sinclair

That's when I stare a clown

On a rainbow wheelchair

My forehead frowns

Like "not that I care".

My eyes see through the window
Peter Pan and Tinkerbell

My mind goes "Weirdo"

My lips "Whadda hell?".

I check the GPS

Sign stills out of air

Wonder where I got my ass

In this silly nightmare

Can't find anymore rhymes

I mean, not that I care.