The Bullies
John Flansburgh, John Linnell
The bullies are boring
And hoarding resources
Repeating old phrases
Like courses for horses
And there’s no there there
There is a there there
The bullies are planning
And standing by blueprints
Just talking in slogans
Like “hey, if the shoe fits"
The shoe does not fit
I woefully submit
Anything is possible
These bullies are impossible
Anything is possible
These bullies are impossible
The bullies are soaring
They fly in formation
Their old ways were trying
Now here’s motivation
They show up at your house
They’re right outside this house
The bullies assemble
They’re taking their places
They won’t stop their mumbling
And drawing their faces
On top of your face
They’re drawing on your face