Yea well I sing like an amputee though
  Why?
  Cause can't hold a note can't cary a tune
    Knock knock Mr. Rogers it's Mr. McFeelie
  I've brought you a letter speedy delivery
  Well Mr. McFeelie if there's postage due
  You can go fuck yourself like Captain Kangaroo
  I can go to land of make believe and I can pretend
  But in the end I still have no friends
    Do do do do do do do do do
  Do do do do do do do do do
    Mr. Rogers I like your cardigan sweater
  Mr. McFeelie shut up and give me my letter
  I don't want to talk to you don't you understand?
  Why are you inside my house you're just my fuckin' mailman?
  I can go to land of make believe and I can pretend
  But in the end I still have no friends
    Do do do do do do do do do
  Do do do do do do do do do
    You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend
  But in the end you still have no friends
  You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend
  But in the end you still have no friends
    Do do do do do do do do do
  Do do do do do do do do do
    You are my best friend too
  I share the same views and hardly ever argue
  Eat Spam from the can watch late night C-Span
  And rock out to old school Duran Duran
  Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too
  I share the same views and hardly ever argue
  Eat Spam from the can watch late night C-Span
  And rock out to old school Duran Duran
  Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too
  I share the same views and hardly ever argue
  Eat Spam from the can watch late night C-Span
  And rock out to old school Duran Duran.