Little girl with a whine in her voice,
And when she sings, she depresses all the boys.
And even though she's on top of the world,
She still pretends she's a jagged little girl.
And isn't it moronic, don't you think?

It's like listening to Alanis Morissette;
Suicide, but you haven't died yet;
Waking up, and your bed is all wet;
And who would have thought she'd make it?

She's got one hand inside her pocket,
And the other hand where it shouldn't be kept.
She recommends: you live, you learn;
You cry, you learn; yeah, you whine, you learn.
And isn't it moronic, don't you think?

It's like listening to Alanis Morissette;
Suicide, but you haven't died yet;
Waking up, and your bed is all wet;
And who would have thought she'd make it?

And it's a funny thing,
Even though she starts to sing incomprehensibly, with a snarly twang in her voice,
Doesn't mean a thing:
People seem to want to buy her albums anyway; maybe they think they have no choice.

Black Flag, when you wanted Raid;
A bright sunny day, but you stay in the shade.
10,000 Maniacs, when all you need's some sanity.
[spoken] Walking into a whorehouse, thinking that you'll get some free.
And isn't it moronic, don't you think?
Yeah, isn't it moronic? Yeah, I really do think.

It's like listening to Alanis Morissette;
Suicide, but you haven't died yet;
Waking up, and your bed is all wet;
And who would have thought? Go figure.

And it's a funny thing...
Yeah, it's a funny, funny thing,
Grossing you out, grossing you out.