Bo bo bee, bo bee, bo bo-bo bee, bo bee, bo
I couldnt bear to be special, I couldnt bear, couldnt bear. I couldnt bear, right ?
Bo bee, bo bee, bo
So dont look at me and say, that Im the very one, who makes the cornball things occur, the shiver of the fur.
Dont expect so much of me, Im just an also-ran,
Theres a mile between the way you see me and the way I am.
So, dont stare at me that way, of course it gives me pride,
But I wont take on the risk, of letting down the sweet sweet side
Did you mean to humble me ?
So you did it unsuspectingly !
Oh words are trains, for moving past what really has no name.
Bo bo bee, bo bee, bo
I couldnt bear to be special, I couldnt bear, couldnt bear.
So, dont look at me and say, that Im the very one, who makes the cornball things occur, the shiver of the fur, right ?