Why you always get so mad, Why you always get so sad, Why you runnin round making me glad, You think your worse than I’ve already had, You need to go down that hatch. Get down that hatch, Go down to the batch, I’m all covered in dirt, I’m just starting to hurt, Now I’m just feeling, like a Smurf, Go down to the beach to see the surf, Now I’m just feeling even worse, Go down for a surf, Feeling even worse. Covered all over, smothered in salt, Even though I know, that it’s all my fault, That’s what I turn to by default, Now I feel like building a fort, Just feel like building a fort, Even though I know that it’s all my fault, Why you always get so mad, Why you always get so sad, Why you runnin round making me glad, You think your worse than I’ve already had, You need to go down that hatch.