Oh it's the high-fructose corn syrup that helps me to understand
All about the self-destructive tendencies of man
Turns my juice into something sticky, thick, and sweet
And it makes me ache
And how about all that crude poisoning the Gulf?
Run around exclaiming "Why, this is not my fault!"
They'd kill for all the oil, but would they kill to clean the spill?
And it makes me ache
Take me out
Take me out when it's raining
And to that loudmouth policeman just leave them alone
You're shoutin' "Arizona is no place for folks of your skin tone!"
You're a crook for enforcing such a hateful law
And it makes me ache
Take me out
Take me out when it's raining
I'll be the umbrella leaning beside the door
A friendly reminder of the impending human storm
So when your credit card debt's a-raining down your neck
I'll be your canopy
'Till it makes me ache
Take me out
Take me out and we'll weather this shit-storm