Go to Hell, Miss Rydell

So I gave her a ring
And not exactly an engagement ring
I tracked down her number on the Internet
It was the easiest thing
She thought I was rude
To call her at home
I said I was hurt by what she had written
In that review, and now I wanted to
She told me "this conversation is over
Send me and e-mail when you're sober"
(And I wasn't even drunk)

So go to hell, miss Rydell
Yeah, go to hell, miss Rydell

They say that the pen
Is mightier than the sword
And I know the feeling, the devastating feeling
Cause I have been stabbed before
I worked my ass off
With babysitters every practice
While she between autumn coughs
Dispatched me with her preconceived thoughts
She told me "this conversation is over
Send me and e-mail when you're sober"
(And I wasn't even drunk)

So go to hell, miss Rydell
Yeah, go to hell, miss Rydell
So go to hell, go to hell
This is the only way I can approach the humiliation
It's a bit stupid and childish, pathetic, but it's a solution

So I wrote her an e-mail
And kept it kind of friendly too
Some adequate questions about her assumptions
Something I had to do
She never replied
She never replied

Musikbyrn Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack

It was a Wednesday night
Regular TV-night
We saw a portrait on Warren Zevon
A dying musician from
Somewhere across the sea
It was a sad story
I thought about my life
Utterly failure life
Utterly failure life

And if I'd die today
No one would ever say: "Oh, what a pity
He who wrote all those wonderful
Songs about being small Songs that were witty
Witty and pretty"

Warren had many friends
Springsteen was one them
He changed his Christmas plans
Flew in with his guitar Cranked out a solo, laughed
I thought about my friends Regular busy friends
I wonder if they would come
If I was dying from
Some kind of strange disease

And if I'd die today
No one would ever say: "Oh, what a pity
He who wrote all those wonderful
Songs about being small
Songs that were witty
Witty and pretty"

Full of Emptiness

Everything is bought
Everything I thought
Had a certain thrill
Makes me want to kill

Tonight, tonight (there's no soundtrack to your life)
Tonight, tonight (and you're sick of constant strife)
The emptiness (digs a deeper hole inside)
Is leaving me paralysed

I would like to be
Part of something real
Stockholm is a pond
Where's the magic wand?

Tonight, tonight (there's no soundtrack to your life)
Tonight, tonight (and you're sick of constant strife)
The emptiness (digs a deeper hole inside)
Is leaving me paralysed

I would like to be
Part of something real
This town is a pond
With no magic wand

Before I Was Smart

Take me out and let me feel
What it's like to be surreal
Sticky, stingy, stiff and pale
Wonder how I got so quail

They might save a lie or a fiendish "why?"
In a time where the things we do scare me
I preferred to be stupid and naive
In a time I remember just barely
Before I was smart

On a train to my old town
Putting on a scornful frown
In this town I used to sing
Sing about most anything

They might save a lie or a fiendish "why?"
In a time where the things we do scare me
I preferred to be stupid and naive
In a time I remember just barely
Before I was smart

Beer Built This Beautiful Body

I bought a deodorant today
It's supposed to "Kick in when you need it"
I wonder how that works
I wonder how that works

"Beer built this beautiful body"
That all makes sense if you ask me
"Italians do it better"
Is more confusing, you see
Is more confusing to me

And I will sing you this new song
Tonight I'll sing it to you
And maybe you hold the answer
To what Italians do

"Honk if you're horny" is a good one
But I wouldn't stick in on my car
"Today is the first day of the rest of your life"
That is the one is stupid and bizarre
And I wouldn't stick it on my car

And I will sing you this new song
Tonight I'll sing it to you
And maybe you hold the answer
To what Italians do