Na-nana-na-na
Na-na-na-na-nanana-na
Nana-na-na-na-na-nana-nanana-na
Some say he's a son of a bitch
Some say he doesn't amount to anything
He's nice, but he's dead in the head
He says that the earth is so flat
He says that the trails in the skies are chemical
He's nice, but he's dead in the head
And all I hear him say is
Na-nana-na-na
Na-na-na-na-nanana-na
Nana-na-na-na-na-nana-nanana-na
He's happy as a brother can be
He takes good care of me
His one and only problem is:
He's nice, but he's dead in the head
So all I hear him say is
Na-nana-na-na
Na-na-na-na-nanana-na
Nana-na-na-na-na-nana-nanana-na
And underneath it all
Behind the thoughts he can't control
There is a man I try to understand the best that I can
But all I hear him say is
Na-nana-na-na
Na-na-na-na-nanana-na
Nana-na-na-na-na-nana-nanana-na
And underneath it all
Behind the thoughts he can't control
There is a man I try to understand the best that I can
He's nice, but he's dead in the
He's nice, but he's dead in the
He's nice, but he's dead in the
Head