[Verse 1: Tom DeLonge]
And when the day ends I'm sure she feels sorrow
The lonely guy, I am, I like to watch her change
I've been here two days, I'll sure be here tomorrow
I'd eat her all if she were on my dinner plate

[Chorus: Tom DeLonge (& Mark Hoppus)]
And I wish, I wish she'd be more kind now
I'm out of luck 'cause the shades are pulled down
I've seen everything there is to be shown
I followed her all the way home

[Verse 2: Tom DeLonge]
I can't be too cool in a tree with my pants down
The air is cold and I've got splinters in my feet
She caught me once but I don't think that she cares now
Unlike before, her view is now blocked by a leaf

[Chorus: Tom DeLonge (& Mark Hoppus)]
And I wish, I wish she'd be more kind now
I'm out of luck 'cause the shades are pulled down
I've seen everything there is to be shown
I followed her all the way home

[Post-Chorus: Tom DeLonge]
I bet this last time is one time too many
The rush of waiting is burning through my head
Right after supper her brother showers twice a week
He kicks my ass so much, that fucking white inbred
[Verse 3: Tom DeLonge]
I made mistakes by looking in the wrong window
Her dad is big and I've never seen his face
I've been here two days, I'll sure be here tomorrow
My lady's so sweet, she likes to entertain

[Chorus: Tom DeLonge (& Mark Hoppus)]
And I wish, I wish she'd be more kind now
I'm out of luck 'cause the shades are pulled down
I've seen everything there is to be shown
I followed her all the way home

[Post-Chorus: Tom DeLonge]
I bet this last time is one time too many
The rush of waiting is burning through my head
Right after supper her brother showers twice a week
He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred

[Speech]
Mark: Hang on, hang on
Tom: Hey uh
Mark: The song's not quite over yet, but
Tom: The song's not done, we have to prepare for the bass guitar solo. How you doing?
Mark: I need oxygen to the stage please
Tom: You need
Mark: Oxygen and oral sex to the stage please
Tom: And maybe some of those male chromosomes to the stage
Mark: Here's where I do the big bass solo people. Give it up for me!
Tom: Shh! Here it comes. Here it comes
[Bass Solo]

Tom: 1, 2, 3, 4!

[Instrumental Outro]

Tom: I want all you kids to know that I'm gonna think of every single one of you tonight when I'm all alone inside my bunk. Starting with you, ha-ha, I'm starting with you!
Mark: Hey, this next song is for anybody that knew us before Enema of the State, and it goes like this