Lyrics
I've been to Hell, I spell it, I spell it "D-M-V"
Anyone that's been there knows precisely what I mean
Stood there and I've waited, and choked back the urge to scream
And if I had my druthers, I'd screw a chimpanzee
Call it pointless
When I need relief, I spell it "T-H-C"
Perhaps you may know vaguely what I mean
I sit back and smoke away huge chunks of memory
As I slowly inflict upon myself a full lobotomy
Call it pointless
Pointless
Barbecues, tea kettles, gobs of axle grease
There comes a time for every man to sail the seas of cheese
Now, life's a bowl of bagel dogs, but there are unpleasantries
Cold toilet seats, dentist chairs, and trips to DMV
Call it pointless
Pointless
I've been to Hell, I spell it, I spell it "D-M-V"
Anyone that's been there knows precisely what I mean
I've stood in line and waited near an hour and fifteen
And if I had my druthers, I'd screw that chimpanzee
Call it pointless
Pointless
Pointless
