You buy the junk those TV hucksters hawk
You’ve got your foibles, I’ve got mine.
I love the lisp in “Baba Wawas” talk
You’ve got your foibles, I’ve got mine.

But ev’ryone acts odd sometimes
And minor quiddities aren’t crimes.

I use my sleeve to wipe my runny nose
You’ve got your foibles, I’ve got mine.
You dye drifts yellow ev’ry time it snows --
Some say such foibles make us swine.

But I don’t feel that we’re depra-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aved,
Or that we’re bad-enough beha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aved
To be eschewing
What folks are booing,
I don’t buy we’re just kna-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aves.

(instrumental interlude)

We shouldn’t put our quirks awa…ay –
They make us who we are I sa-a-a-a-ay

It’s kind of fun to go agains the grain
You with your foibles, me with mine
Don’t let’em make us "Mr. Cell-o-phane"*
C’mon, our foibles let’s combine!

You’ve got your foibles, I’ve got mine.
You’ve got your foibles, I’ve got mine.
C’mon, our foibles let’s combine!