Another beautiful shitty day
  I wanna throw my life away
  I wish the sun would stop to shine
  But it seems the son of a bitch is here to stay
  Won't you spare me your ugly smile
  And let me be miserable for a while
  Damn I wasn't born in Liverpool
  Don't you just love my depressing style?
  I am so proud of my haircut
  I am so proud of what I've become
  I really like my new haircut
  I am so proud of what I've become
  Another hotel room to wreck
  Another million dollar check
  Another article about "The Beatles clones"
  Gonna break that reporter's neck
  Another person to insult
  Another gig ends in tumult
  Then disappear on a holiday to India
  And start a psychedelic cult
  I am so proud of my haircut
  I am so proud of what I've become
  I really like my new haircut
  I am so proud of what I've become