I try to write a song about
The blues of the funky chicken
But the words just won't come out
While I'm sitting here in my kitchen
I'm a jasmine junkie
I'm a narrow bread
Oo-oo-ooh yeah, oo-oo-ooh yeah, oo-oo-ooh yeah
I'ma teenage tea timer
Do you know it nothing coming finer
Finer, finer, finer
I went into the cinema the other day
To see a little soul
And now it's always new in New York City
It never seems to grow
Tried to do The Monkey, do The Breakdown
I tried to do The Jerk
But it just wouldn't work
No, it just wouldn't work
No, it just wouldn't work
I'm a teenage tea timer
Do you know it nothing coming finer
Finer, finer, finer
Sing it