Tortured Man

The Dust Brothers

I'm a radio star, I am on TV

My life is on film, yet it sucks being me

(Shut up, sit down!)

My life's a wreck, I'm bored with sex

I've got a big nose and a skinny neck

I can't sing, I can't dance

(Ugh!)

I make money talkin' 'bout the junk in my underpants



I'm a tortured man

I'm a tortured man

I can't believe I am who I am

I'm a tortured man

I'm a tortured man

I can't believe I am who I am



(I told you not to be stupid, you moron

Shut up, sit down!

Oh...oh, oh

Baba Booey

Oh, that's good

He he he he he he he)



When Teri Hatcher was on my show

She came on to me, I was tempted to go

Heather Locklear, she thinks I'm great

I would bet my life I could get her on the first date

Courtney Love, Madonna, and Sharon Stone

I could get them all together and make each one moan

Tammy, Raquel, Carmen, and Jenny

Demmy...I mean Demi

(He he he he he he he)



I'm a tortured man

I'm a tortured man

I can't believe I am who I am



I lay big farts, I'm immature

They say I'm great, but I'm not sure

My whole life sucks, each minute blows

This gangly body, this monsterous nose

This droopy ass, this tiny schween

No wonder I get on the air and act so mean

I wish my life were much more simple

I've got a wookie the size of a pimple



I'm a tortured man

I'm a tortured man

I can't believe I am who I am

I'm a tortured man

I'm a tortured man

I can't believe I am who I am

I'm a tortured man

(I think so)

I'm a tortured man

I'm a tortured man

I'm a tortured man

I'm a tortured man

(Shut up, sit down!)

I'm a tortured man

(I told you not to be stupid, you moron)



I'm just thinkin' for a minute

Should I trade half my money for ten times as much sex?

It