Have you tried jazzercising your nerves away?
Spandex, lycra every single day
Polymer amorous second layer of skin
Lay there touching it exalted
Spread your fingers and wiggle them
Did you know
Without the ego
There is no narrative
Just being here or having been
That makes up for a nobody songwriter
With nothing to say
May as well jazzercise the nerves away
Instead of walking down life's lonely highway
Paraphrasing myself or that guy Lou Reed or both
May as well keep a flesh vase healthy
Rather just stay fit and focused you know?
More dancery
Less balladry
No fuckery no more
(You may as well jazzercise your life away
You may as well
You may as well
You may as well
You may as well)
To reach into your bag of tricks
And realize you're an old dog
Maybe take up a hobby
That rejuvenates your bod
I think I'm gonna jazzercise my life away
I think I'm gonna jazzercise my life away
I think I'm gonna jazzercise my life away
Or make stupid songs from now on
I make stupid songs from now on
I wanna have fun
I wanna have fun
I wanna have fun
I wanna have fun
