Screeching Weasel
Dingbat
Dingbat
She's a dingbat

Always walking into trees
Wakes me up to ask if I'm asleep
Sits around, stares into space
Oh God, I hate her face

'Cause she's a dingbat
She's a dingbat

Her dumbness really bothers me
Brainless questions constantly
I wish she'd shut her mouth, give me a break
Oh God, I hate her face
I hate her face

Dingbat
She's a dingbat

She lives alone in her own world
Naive, wide-eyed little girl
Doesn't care that the world's a mess
She's such a waste of flesh

A waste of flesh
A waste of flesh
A waste of flesh
A waste of flesh