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