This is my face:
Covered in freckles, with the occasional spot and some veins...
This is my body:
Covered in skin, and not all of it you can see...
And this is my mind:
It goes over and over the same old lines...
And this is my brain:
It's torturous analytical thoughts make me go insane...

And I use mouthwash - Sometimes I floss;
I got a family, and I drink cups of tea...

I've got nostalgic pavements, I've got familiar faces
I've got mixed-up memories, and I've got favourite places...

And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night...
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night...
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night, and I hope everything's gonna be alright;
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night, and I hope everything's gonna be alright...

This is my face:
I've got a thousand opinions, and half the time, I'm trying to explain...
And this is my body:
No matter how you try and disable it, yes, I'll still be here...
And this is my mind:
And although you try to infringe, you cannot confine...
And this is my brain:
And even if you try and hold me back, there's nothing that you can gain...
'Cause I use mouthwash - Sometimes I floss;
I've got a family, and I drink cups of tea...

I've got nostalgic pavements, I've got familiar faces
I've got mixed-up memories, and I've got favourite places...

And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night...
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night...
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night, and I hope everything's gonna be alright;
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night, and I hope everything's gonna be alright...

Oh, uh-oh, oh-oh-oh, ah, uh-oh, ah, ah, ah, ah...