Little daisies in my garden Little daisies growing in my garden I’m going to grow them up to be sunflowers I’m going to grow them up to be sunflowers
The bills on my doormat The bills piling on my doormat I’m going to make a paper tree I’m going to make a paper tree
The car in my driveway The car bricked up with no wheels I’ll get the bastards if it kills me I’ll get the bastards if it kills me
So who will miss me when I’m gone Who will write the words on my gravestone That’s if there’s room in forty years That’s if there’s room in forty years from now
I hope I’ll live that long to prove myself wrong But just for now I’ll sing this song Just for now I’ll sing this song About how bad things are