If anybody else feels like a nobody
I'll color green, everything believed in
Too much, too much, too much lemonade
Too much, too much, too much lemonade
The river flowin' by, is way too big to bound
I'll bloody bleed on everything I'm seeing
Too much, too much, too much lemonade
To nurse your God like point of view
Oh, how nice to have avoided you
Well then you're gonna have to look out for you
Jump on the trolley that's headed for all the hollering
Too much, too much, too much lemonade
Too much, too much, too much lemonade
But I keep screaming for that glass of lemonade
I walk around and it feels good to be movin'
If I should speak up, and say hello Mr. Uppercut
But I keep screaming for my glass of lemonade
The breeze that's blowin' through cannot be found
Flying, flying
And then you're gonna have to look out for you
In desperate need of a little more religion
Fool on the sheet roof you gotta lay down in your ruins
