French Blonde

I'm a dead animal
You're used to seeing my guts
You see me lying on the street
Just drive right over me
While you're putting on your makeup

I'm the next holiday
I'm your team, down by six
I'm all your meals at once
A French blonde at sunday brunch
Mouth full, talking politics

We should all do this again next week

It's broken in pieces
But here comes another one
It's staining your teeth
But we'll buy you other ones

I wish that I was more original
Well, maybe I am, but I won't ever know
I'd need to hear it from someone else
Because I wouldn't believe myself
I'm not a star, I'm just the next John Doe

You've practiced shooting your gun
You hit the bullseye every time
And no one would guess
From the way that you dress
That there's a Blaser under your suit and tie

But I'm so happy we can all be friends

It's broken in pieces
But here comes another one
It's staining your teeth
But we'll buy you other ones
How perfect, so worth it
What was I worried 'bout?
All week I, (?)
Down here, we've (?)

It's broken in pieces
But here comes another one
It's staining your teeth
But we'll buy you other ones
Come sit, there's so much you
Need to forget about
Don't hurry, no worries
This one is on the house