His skin's soaked with alcohol behind the ears

Ceiling fan hums while he disappears

Sorry, you're right

Life's like a bird mating in the summertime

Surfboards ride waves 'til the end of time

Sorry, you're right

Mr. Sherman loves you

His heart, it aches, he spreads his love around

Yellow aura, needs a pick-me-down

Sorry, you're right

Clouds drift by, he peers directly down

Into a glass mirror on the ground

Sorry, you're right

Mr. Sherman loves you