Fauxhemia

[Verse 1]

I just don't get Norah Jones

The other day I was on my way home

And on the radio in my car

I heard her interviewed on NPR

Even though I hate to admit it

I hear her music and I just don't get it

Maybe if I tried just a little bit harder

Then I could be just a little bit smarter

And like all the things I'm supposed to like

[Chorus]

Your three hundred pound psychic baby

Knows when you leave the room

Your three hundred pound psychic baby

Knows where you hide the food

[Verse 2]

I just don't get Norah Jones

Maybe this is why I feel so alone

Like some kind of social Cast off

Or a maybe modern Visigoth

And if I never get Norah Jones

There's a good chance that I'll die alone

Maybe if I took the matter in hand

Then I could be a smarter man

And enjoy the films of Wes Anderson

[Chorus]

Your three hundred pound psychic baby

Knows when you leave the room

Your three hundred pound psychic baby

Knows where you hide the food

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]

Your three hundred pound psychic baby

Knows where you hide the food

Your three hundred pound psychic baby

Knows when you leave the room

Your three hundred pound psychic baby

Knows when you leave the room

Your three hundred pound psychic baby

Knows that you’re gonna die soon