Lyrics

There's a fat girl
Jumping rope on the highway
A skinny boy dives head off a tree

While the king of pain
Sits squatting in his forest
And says"no one is as
Lonesome as me"

My goodness
My goodness
Is better than yours
Oh, my goodness
My goodness
Is better than yours
So let's close the door
On humanity

So let's hop aboard the train
Of self-righteous indignation
The Pop police come and take control
Now, preacher man
Better take a vacation
It's our turn in the pleasure dome

My goodness
My goodness
Is better than yours
Oh, my goodness

Oh, my goodness
Yes, yes, yes
Is better than, better than yours

Oh, mother
Tell me what to believe
Oh, father
Tell me why did you leave
When all we did

Was sit and wait
Oh, father
Tell me it's not too late

A thousand Jews
A young mother and her baby
Hiding in the sewers
In East Belo Czech
As the Nazis came
The baby started crying
So the mother calmly turned
And snapped his neck

My goodness
Oh, my goodness
Yes, yes, yes
Is better than yours
Oh, my goodness
Oh, my goodness

Yes, yes, yes
Is better than, better than yours
My goodness
Oh, my goodness

Yes, yes, yes
Is better than yours
My goodness
My goodness

Is better than, better than
Better than yours
Is better than
Better than, better than yours

Better than, better than
Better than, better than yours
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh