I have soft skin
In my foam bath
I splash myself
I laugh about it
My goldfish swims
In my foam bath
I muffle it up, I
Say to it

I have no problems, I laze away
No discomfort, I laze away
In the water I bathe, it is what's important
Well at my ease, in my current condition

I have soft skin
In my foam bath
I burn in the darkness
Of bombs
Everything is delightful
Docile offense:
I make the list
Of things...that
Irritate me
I'm fed up with those who cry.
Who drive at only 2km per hour,
Who lament and who settle
On the idea of a fixed idea
I'm fed up with those who moan.
Extremists with two bullets,
Who sees life all in black
Who leads themselves to depression
I'm fed up with the big sister,
Who moans at everything and cries,
Fed up with the rain, zucchinis
That make me vomit under the covers
I'm fed up with those cynics
And in the near, the autumn croci,
I'm fed up with being fed up! Also
I have soft skin
In my foam bath
No seismic tremors...
I lay back
And relax
It's my aquatic state
There's a slight problem
I'm fed up with those who cry.
Who drive at only 2km per hour,
Who lament and who settle
On the idea of a fixed idea
I'm fed up with those who moan.
Extremists with two bullets,
Who sees life all in black
Who leads themselves to depression
I'm fed up with the big sister,
Who moans at everything and cries,
Fed up with the rain, zucchinis
That make me vomit under the covers
I'm fed up with those cynics
And in the near, the autumn croci,
I'm fed up with being fed up! Also