Songtext von I Hope I Get It

Everyday for a week we would try to be a table Be a sportscar, ice cream cone The teacher, he would say "Very good except Diana, try, Diana, all alone" So I dug right down to the bottom of my soul To see how an ice cream felt I dug right down to the bottom of my soul And I tried to melt So the kids in the class said: "Ooh, I feel chocolate, hey, I feel vanilla" He said "OK Ross, what do you feel?" And I said nothing, I ain't feeling nothing Deep down nothing is all my teacher had Everybody felt something But I felt nothing Except the feeling that this bull-shit was absurd