I'd like to be a jelly fish
Cause jellyfish don't pay rent
They don't walk and they don't talk
With some Euro trash accent
They're just simple proto-plasm
Clear as cellophane
They ride the winds of fortune
Life without a brain
In one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss cross
I recommend you try a little
Mental Floss
It's the small, small problems
That keep me so upset
They keep me seeking shelter
Beneath my misquito net
I stay there for hours
Protected from the night
All those insects and vipers
Another thing to bite
In one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss cross
I recommend you try a little
Mental Floss