James says you've got the common touch
But your pack of hooting swine don't mind
You love yourself too much
James says he never saw you laugh
Just your disturbing autograph

There must be something I can do
I wish I could make you less lonely
Or build a pyramid to die in
I'll try to help you through
Pills might make you feel less uprooted
Blue skies, dandelions
Just got a new supply in

I know it's hard growing up on top
Torment innocent animals
You hope the habit stops
I don't deserve to breathe the same air
You really look so small up there

There must be something I can do
I wish I could make you less lonely
Or build a pyramid to die in
I'll try to help you through
Pills might make you feel less uprooted
Blue skies, dandelions
There must be something I can do
I wish I could make you less lonely
Or build a pyramid to die in
I'll try to help you through
Pills might make you feel less uprooted
Blue skies, dandelions
Just got a new supply in

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Anand Wilder, Chris Keating, Ira Wolf Tuton