I Don't Get It, I Don't Like It

(song lyrics)

Why’s it that all the pretty girls
Always wanna fall in love with jerks?
What’s wrong with me? I’m a nice guy
I dress okay, and I’ve got a nice job
It’s not a great job
But it pays the bills
I suppose I’m just one of those guys
that reminds the girls of a brother
Why can’t I be like all the others?
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it no more

Yesterday I was at a bakery
And an Asian man wanted some bread
(we all gotta eat, right?)
But how come he wasn’t speaking English?
He held up about fifteen people trying to make his order
Well maybe not fifteen people
But there sure were a lot of us
And then when he paid
He said, “thank-you very much
Have a nice day”
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it no more

I don’t understand why golfers always complain
About the sounds of bird whistles
'Cause they’re trying to focus on their game
Who are they to tell everyone to shut up?
Obviously they can’t be that good
If they can’t block out all the things around them
That bother them
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it no more

Sometimes I think I’m the only one
Who just can't seem to have any fun
When I leave my house to meet the day
People they just always gotta get in my way
There must be an answer somewhere out there
There must be a reason why I oughtta care
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it no more

Once I woke up in the middle of the night
Turned my head, saw the clock
Said half past three in the morning
And I couldn’t move. There was a pressure
And when I looked
I saw this tiny demon sitting on my chest
Scared the hell outta me!
I couldn’t move
I just had to wait it out
I think that demon moved me in some way
Yeah, I think it mighta
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it no more

Aw hell. I feel a little funny now
I’ve never told these things before
There was this one other incident in my sleep
But I don’t like to go into it
It’s embarrassing. You might think I’m a homosexual
I just wanna say
I know I know some thing
And I wonder
Am I the only man walking around
With all this stuff in his head?
How come no-one else sings about it?
How come no-one else writes about it?
You can never be too sure
Of what other people might think
Hell, I ain’t got a clue
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it
I don’t get it
I don’t like it no more.