You're the dead corsage that's in my frigidaire You're the flaky specks of dandruff in my hair You're the tickle in my throat that makes me cough You're the hangnail in my life And I can't bite you off You're the soapsuds and pollution in my stream When I'm sleeping you're the nightmare in my dream You're the fattening foods that sometimes give me gout You're just like my ingrown toenail 'Cause I can't cut you out You're the sun that gives me sunburn You're the cinder in my eye Your voice can make my stomach turn You're the rain cloud in my sky -Instrumental Break- You're the dirty ring around my clean bathtub You're the razor blade that always leaves the nubs You're the broken handle on my coffee cup You're a tire that just went flat And I can't pump you up You're the sun that gives me sunburn You're the cinder in my eye Your voice can make my stomach turn You're the rain cloud in my sky You're the cycle seat that made me saddle sore You're the piece of chalk that scrapes across the board You're the tickle in my throat that makes me cough You're the hangnail in my life And I can't bite you off Whoa, you're the hangnail in my life But I can't bite you off MCA, 1977 – from the album Snowblind Friend