I'm fixing a mole on the face of my skin
To stop my mind from wondering
If it will gro-ow.

I'm filling the cracks that run through my pores
By having plastic surgery.
No one will kno-ow.

And it really doesn't matter that my skin's not real tight
I'm feeling happy and bright
'Cause nobody knows.

Silly people standing there,
Whispering and wondering
Just how far down my nose goes!

I'm painting a bag in a colorful way
To place over my ugly head
So it won't sho-ow! Ooh, ooh, ooh, oa, uh. Hey, hey, hey!

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And it really doesn't matter whether I'm pretty or not.
At least I am not a snot
Like so many old crows.

Ugly people with dirty minds,
Filthy mouths and big behinds
Believing that it never shows!

I'm paying the price for a number of things
Which were important yesterday.
But I will sue-ue-ue-ue-ue! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah.

Fixing a mole on the face of my skin
To stop my mind from wondering
If it will gro-ow, if it will grow-ow-ow-ow.

Fixing a mole on the face of my skin
To stop my mind from wondering
If it will gro-ow-ow-ow, if it will grow-ow-ow-ow.

Fixing a mole on the face of my skin
To stop my mind from wondering
If it will gro-ow-ow-ow, if it will grow-ow-ow-ow. {fade}