Overjoyed

I had this buzzing dense headache
A thousand miles toward LA
Well, I don't know (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)
I get my fill (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)

Rode to a cat scan in the car
Of a gynecologist to the stars
We'll guess the rest (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)
It's second best (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)

I don't wanna be critical, I'm overjoyed
And everyone's my friend
It makes it easier to get off on my love

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

You ever try to make it last?
The night, the future and the past
And do no wrong (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)
And get along (eh, eh-eh, eh-eh)

I don't wanna be critical, I'm overjoyed
And everyone's my friend
It makes it easier to get off on my love
I don't wanna be self-assured, it's overdone
My bird, my plants, my friends
It makes it easier to get off on my

Make it easier to say
That we'll get to the other side
Of our will, of our way

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

I don't wanna be critical, I'm overjoyed
And everyone's my friend
It makes it easier to get off on my love
I don't wanna be self-destroyed, I'm halfway through
And ever 'til the end
It makes it easier to get off on my love