Young Neanderthal - Jealous Of The Birds

I don’t wanna bury my friends

Like conch shells in the sand

I don’t wanna speak in meadows

About some promised land

I don’t wanna eat McDonald’s

Everytime we park the van

I don’t wanna know what’s cool now

Sounds like those other bands

Young neanderthal, goodbye

Young neanderthal

Young neanderthal, goodbye

Young neanderthal

I don’t wanna sleep till midday

Then lick my wounds at night

I don’t wanna taste of perfume

Won’t tear holes in her tights

I don’t wanna meet your quota

One will socialise

I don’t wanna wear this clothing

Powder my nose just right

I don’t wanna drip my honey

Onto ungrateful tongues

I don’t wanna wreck my throat out

Singing what’s not been sung

Young neanderthal, goodbye

Young neanderthal

Young neanderthal, goodbye

Young neanderthal

Young neanderthal, goodbye

Young neanderthal

Young neanderthal, goodbye

Young neanderthal

Young neanderthal, goodbye

Young neanderthal

Young neanderthal, goodbye

Young neanderthal