I wrote this song many years ago

And I wrote the second verse about two years ago

And hopefully the third verse may come to me tonight

Try to write a song about

The blues or the funky chicken

But the words just won't come out

While I'm sitting here in my kitchen

I'm a Jasmine junkie, I'm an Earl Grey

Hey yeah, that's what I said, that's what I said

I'm a teenage tea-timer

Don't you know that nothing could be finer, finer, finer, finer

I turned on the radio the other day to hear a little soul

But the DJ, he just played some rock 'n' roll and country-o

I couldn't do the Monkey, do the Breakdown, I couldn't do the Jerk

But it just didn't work, no, it just

Didn't work, no, it just didn't work

I'm a teenage tea-timer

Don't you know that nothing could be finer, finer, finer, finer

You know the place that I come from

They're smiling though they're broke, you know

But when I come here, people are so happy

In Tokyo-kyo-kyo

I try to do the Monkey, do the Breakdown, I try to do the Jerk

And it don't work, and it don't work, and it don't work

I'm a teenage tea-timer

Don't you know that nothing could be

Finer, finer, finer, finer

Finer, finer, finer, finer