Na-na-na na na-na na na-na-na na na-na
Na-na-na na na-na na na-na-na na na-na

You just slapped me on the buttocks
And told me I was "it"
It's ten past six in the morning
Why are you doing this shit (oh)
I'd say that you have a screw loose
But I don't think you've got one tight
No way to put this subtle:
I don't think your head's right

Na-na-na na na-na na
Why are you wearing tights
Na-na-na na na-na na
On your arms, that ain't right

Yeah, you're nuts
Your head's in the stars
You're carving a groove
Into my wall, dude
Your plot's lost
Say it's in good fun
But I'm having none
Don't want to get in a fight
With fresh pikes
Hate fish, right
Also you're nude
Yeah, you're nuts
More than a choc bar
Stop eating bark, dude
I can't deal with you, alright

(Grapes up your nose, ugh)

I don't think your pants are able
To hold up that bowling ball, twit (git!)
And that knife is not a damn toy
So stop goofin' 'round with it (doof)
Say that you're playing Pinocchio
You're bein' an ass, alright
My DVD's you've jumbled
Annoyance: a new height

Na-na-na na na-na na
This isn't funny, Mike
Na-na-na na na-na na
Stop laughing, bud, this isn't right!

Yeah, you're nuts
Like a Snickers bar
Dancing on the roof
And you've got bad moves
Your head's gone
Stop wiping your butt
On my TV, bud
I paid a lot for that, right
And my bike
Painted white
And snapped in two
Yeah, you're nuts
Taking this too far
Dumped booze in my pool
Waste of good plonk, you're not right

Dying your hair
A shade so rare
Japan would go
"That's way out there"
And all my gripes
Won't change at all
Your crazy flair
For swinging balls

Yeah, you're nuts
Been trying too hard
To prove to me, dude
That you're a mad fool
You know what?
That dance looks like fun
Sword-fighting with buns (sword buns)
Can't beat 'em, join them, that's right
Have a pie (custard pie)
In your eye (just one eye)
Covered in goo
Yeah, you're nuts
But I'll raise that bar
Cause I'mma join you
And I'll out-weird you tonight
(I'll out-freak you, alright)

Go, go, go, go-o
Filling my-y pants with ice
Insert this pear
Into my nostril, that's right
(Pear up my nostril, that's right)
You're not right (so not right)
So am I
We're both such fools
Yeah, we're nuts
We're throwing jam tarts
At passerby dudes
We've barely started, alright
(Let's be weirdos tonight)

Woooooo-hoo!
Ba-da-da da da-da *fart*