I am a lonely guy I sit around the house getting high My only friends are dealers and dolers All we have in common are psychoactive compounds Sitting in their sad living rooms That smell like stale mounds of semen I guess it takes all kinds, I guess it takes all kinds I guess it takes all kinds, I guess it takes all kinds I am a lonely man I crave companionship All in flannel I watch the scramble channel For a glimpse of the goodness that I never get to handle I guess it takes all kinds, I guess it takes all kinds I guess it takes all kinds, I guess it takes all kinds His sad little obsession is a digital impression Of a darling little girl that he adores What really toots his whistle is a certain set of pixels Of a darling little girl that he adores I guess it takes all kinds, I guess it takes all kinds I guess it takes all kinds, I guess it takes all kinds