Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes
All the people are so happy now, their heads are cavin' in
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancin' skeleton
Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice
Some people call them snake eyes, but to me, they look like mice
And nothing's smellin' like a rose
But I don't care if no one's comin' up for air
'Cause I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore
All the people are so happy now, their heads are cavin' in
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
And nothing's smellin' like a rose
But I don't care if no one's comin' up for air
I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore
No, no, no, no, nothing's smellin' like a rose
But I don't care if no one's coming up for air
I know that nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore
Oh
Ahh
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancin' skeleton
Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice
Some people call them snake eyes, but to me, they look like mice
And nothing's smellin' like a rose
But I don't care if no one's comin' up for air
'Cause I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore
All the people are so happy now, their heads are cavin' in
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
And nothing's smellin' like a rose
But I don't care if no one's comin' up for air
I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore
No, no, no, no, nothing's smellin' like a rose
But I don't care if no one's coming up for air
I know that nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore
Oh
Ahh
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Writer(s): John S. Linnell, John C. Flansburgh
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