Everybody's lookin' at the baby's face While she shoves another piece of chocolate cake She's laughin' harder than a dizzy race On an old 1980-somethin' super 8 And I would bet that you forgot about those Same thing happened to the radio We needed money so you let it go I'm sorry momma' that you had to sink so low I'm sorry baby that we had to sink so low I'm sorry baby that we ever sank so low Everybody's surfin' on the internet When all I wanna do is put this song to rest If I was any good I wouldn't need the press Or this awful nine-to-fiver cookin' food I guess I tried to make you supper nice and romantic But lit the kitchen on fire just a little bit I'm throwin' pennies in the tub so I can make a wish I'm sorry all my love is turnin' out like this I'm sorry all my lovin's turnin' out like this I'm sorry all my cookin' always tastes like shit Everybody's lookin' at the quarterback And what he used to be before his time went past But now he's someone else's trailer trash Drinkin' Pabst Blue Ribbon in a paper bag And every night he tries to overdose On wild cherry flavored cans of coke And marathons of all his favorite TV shows It's hard to think of any better way to go