Four Bitchin' Babes Microwave Life
I just can't fight that microwave life
No matter how hard I try
Each day I wake there's so much slack to take up
Makes me wanna just sit down and cry
Well there's so much to do
And there's so much to say
Anything but contemplate
My life away
I just find that microwave life
Guess I'm just meant to stir fry
Brown rice and tofu, yeah they're just swell
I eat 'em all of the time
That's a lie, or a fib - I can never tell
It's such a very thin line
Well I cleaned up my act and I hung up my coat
I recycle everything and hell yes I vote
But I just can't find that microwave life
And time is speeding on by
Oh isn't there an express lane
On the path to knowing all?
A drive thru with directions
I can maybe call?
Oh maybe there's some great enlightened guru
That I can talk to by fax (Gimme the fax, Jack)
To help me uncover this whole thing with my mother
Why I'm living' in the future, why I'm stuck in the past
Well there's books to be read
And there's bills to be paid
All these little details
Get in my cosmic way
I just can't find that microwave life
No matter how hard I try - oh my
And time is speeding on by ay- ay
If I learn to levitate can I also fly?
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay