Headache

Too many people don’t know nothin’ at all
And they’ve all got opinions
You can’t shut ‘em off
A man in the street says he’s found a way
But how much it costs, he just won’t say
It’s a beautiful day
Nothing is real
My baby’s got a headache
But she’s had it for years
Too many dogs running loose on the lawn
And too many systems that you can’t turn off
Too many problems to add and subtract
I don’t want your truth, babe
Just gimme the facts
I’m going to Bermuda, hear it’s quite a thrill
To dive with sharks that swim in for the kill
I’ll be trapped in your poorhouse
When I get back
Won’t you feed me through the bars
Of your Cadillac?