Our frank and open   Deep conversations   They get me nowhere   They bring me down, so      Give it a rest, won't you?   Give me a cigarette   God give me patience   Just no more conversation      Oh, give us a drink   And make it quick   Or else I'm gonna be sick   Sick all over      You're frankly vulgar   Red pullover   Now see how the colors blend      Our frank and open   Deep conversations   They get me nowhere   They just bring me down, so      Give it a rest, won't you?   Now will you just give over?   The world may be ending   But look, I'm only human      So, give us a drink   And make it quick   Or else I'm gonna be sick   All over      You're frankly vulgar   Red pullover   Now see how the two colors blend, my friend   Won't somebody help?      Won't somebody stop me from thinking   From thinking all the time   About everything   Oh, somebody from thinking all the time      So deeply, so bleakly?   So bleakly all the time   About everything?   Of who I am, how I ever got here   Somebody, somebody, somebody      Somebody stop me from thinking   From thinking all the time   So bleakly, so bleakly   So bleakly all the time