Lyrics

l need a warning label on my rock and roll
Need a fuzzy cozy cushion on my toilet bowl
I need constant approval wherever I am
I need to call my mama when I get into a jam
I need feng shui for my soul
I need dreamcatchers and meditation bowls
I need my head shrunk and some panic pills
I read a self help book before I pay my power bill

I get offended
It rubs me wrong
I'm ultra sensitive
That's why I wrote this song
It may be pensive and morose in a way
But whinin' and complainin's how I make it through my day

I'm sportin' trainin' wheels on my mountain bike
I got a dental dam between me and my wife
I'm drinkin' white claw no ice in a sippy cup
I got to drive everywhere cos I'm allergic to nuts
I got the child proof settin’ on my cable TV
Ain't no kids around it's just Mother and me
I got a bunting board and a gallon of soap
I guess that oughta do it otherwise I'm losin' hope

I get offended
I don't get the humor as intended
My neuroses must be defended beyond rebuke
Now everybody's jivin' to the outrage juke

I get offended
I live to complain
I recommend it
There's always someone to blame
She condescended while serving drinks on the plane
And now my destination is the outrage train

All aboard!

Once I got so vexed that my exasperation piqued angrily and distressed my resentment to such a pained degree that it insulted my wounded affront
I called the manager!

I get offended
I don't get the humor as intended
My neuroses must be defended beyond rebuke
Now everybody's jivin' to the outrage juke

I need a warning label on my rock and roll
Need a fuzzy cozy cushion on my toilet bowl
I need constant approval wherever I am
I need to call my mama when I get into a jam
I need a whitewashed version of history
I need to ban all the books that don't agree with me
I need to force the girls to respect the Lord
I need to loudly disapprove of anything that's untowards

I get offended
It rubs me wrong
I'm ultra sensitive
That's why I wrote this song
It may be pensive and morose to some
But whinin' and complainin's how I have my fun

I get offended
I don't get the humor as intended
My neuroses must be defended beyond rebuke
Now everybody's jivin' to the outrage juke

Get mad!

Come on come on
Let’s get offended

Come on come on
Let’s get offended

Come on come on
Let’s get offended

Come on come on
































l need a warning label on my rock and roll
Need a fuzzy cozy cushion on my toilet bowl
I need constant approval wherever I am
I need to call my mama when I get into a jam
I need feng shui for my soul
I need dreamcatchers and meditation bowls
I need my head shrunk and some panic pills
I read a self help book before I pay my power bill

I get offended
It rubs me wrong
I'm ultra sensitive
That's why I wrote this song
It may be pensive and morose in a way
But whinin' and complainin's how I make it through my day

I'm sportin' trainin' wheels on my mountain bike
I got a dental dam between me and my wife
I'm drinkin' white claw no ice in a sippy cup
I got to drive everywhere cos I'm allergic to nuts
I got the child proof settin’ on my cable TV
Ain't no kids around it's just Mother and me
I got a bunting board and a gallon of soap
I guess that oughta do it otherwise I'm losin' hope

I get offended
I don't get the humor as intended
My neuroses must be defended beyond rebuke
Now everybody's jivin' to the outrage juke

I get offended
I live to complain
I recommend it
There's always someone to blame
She condescended while serving drinks on the plane
And now my destination is the outrage train

All aboard!

Once I got so vexed that my exasperation piqued angrily and distressed my resentment to such a pained degree that it insulted my wounded affront
I called the manager!

I get offended
I don't get the humor as intended
My neuroses must be defended beyond rebuke
Now everybody's jivin' to the outrage juke

I need a warning label on my rock and roll
Need a fuzzy cozy cushion on my toilet bowl
I need constant approval wherever I am
I need to call my mama when I get into a jam
I need a whitewashed version of history
I need to ban all the books that don't agree with me
I need to force the girls to respect the Lord
I need to loudly disapprove of anything that's untowards

I get offended
It rubs me wrong
I'm ultra sensitive
That's why I wrote this song
It may be pensive and morose to some
But whinin' and complainin's how I have my fun

I get offended
I don't get the humor as intended
My neuroses must be defended beyond rebuke
Now everybody's jivin' to the outrage juke

Get mad!

Come on come on
Let’s get offended

Come on come on
Let’s get offended

Come on come on
Let’s get offended

Come on come on