Compared to most of The Lips' other material, it is easy to write off the closest thing they've had to a mainstream hit as a throwaway novelty song. In my opinion though, it is a great reflection of their approach to the surreal and their ability to inject a healthy dose of weirdness and obscurity into the most conventional of song structures. Crashing drums and distorted pedal steel noise lace what would otherwise be a straight forward singalong chord progression, and Wayne Coyne ratchets it up further with bizarre lyrics about the strange idiosyncrasies of particular people. It's the type of lyrical riddle that begs for an allegorical meaning, but you know that there is none; it is simply an acknowledgement of absurdity, and the perfect soundtrack for a generation of kids that can't bring themselves to take the world seriously.
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