| Sister Jane has a little book | |
| Full of autographs of useless people | |
| Seems a waste of the time she took | |
| And it gets me mad which makes us equal | |
| Ooh, hundreds of people left out in the cold | |
| Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold | |
| Useless information | |
| Tons of useless information | |
| Seems to fill my head | |
| With nowhere else to go | |
| (isn't it amazing) | |
| Mrs. Payne at the door again | |
| With the news about her operation | |
| Will her god ever make the rain | |
| Wash away such useless information | |
| Ooh, hundreds of people left out in the cold | |
| Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold | |
| Useless information | |
| Tons of useless information | |
| Seems to fill my head | |
| With nowhere else to go | |
| (isn't it amazing) | |
| Isn't it amazing | |
| Now you can see why | |
| Conversation is dying | |
| And time is passing you by | |
| Turn your ears to the weatherman | |
| Saying it'll be colder in December | |
| Get your boots and your astrakhan | |
| It's been the same for years so I remember | |
| Ooh, hundreds of people left out in the cold | |
| Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold | |
| Useless information | |
| Tons of useless information | |
| Seems to fill my head | |
| With nowhere else to go | |
| (isn't it amazing) | |
| Ooh, hundreds of people left out in the cold | |
| Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold | |
| Useless information | |
| Tons of useless information | |
| Seems to fill my head | |
| With nowhere else to go | |
| (isn't it amazing) | |
| Hundreds of people filling my head with useless information | |
| Ooh, hundreds of people left out in the cold | |
| Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold | |
| Useless information | |
| Tons of useless information | |
| Seems to fill my head | |
| With nowhere else to go | |
| (isn't it amazing) |