Following

I'm so totally following you
You are so far ahead, always so totally cool
You were the first to walk on your hands
And carry your purse in your cunt
Now all the girls are doing that
On the Williamsburg waterfront
And I say credit where credit is due

I'm so totally following you
Due to the freaky stuff
Only you'd think to do

Well the music that you're into
I'm pretending I'm into it too
Even though to be totally frank
It leaves me totally blank

Now you're running around
In a scuba mask filled with chicken fat
Dressed as a cat
Carrying the chopped-off head
Of a pig you're smoking like a cigarette
Well there ought to be a law against that
But the lawmakers haven't got there yet
But you have, and that's what I love about you

But if you think I'm totally dressing like that
In a scuba mask filled to the top with filthy old blubbery fat
And then going out and running around
Smoking the corpse of a sow
Well you've got another thing coming to you

Sorry, I have stopped following you
Because the things that you can pull off
Just make me look like a fool

Well call me bourgeois, but I've figured out
This is the best way to be like you
Following you is the last thing that you'd ever do