| Song | Piñata Hed |
| Artist | Green Jelly |
| Album | 333 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Green Jelly | |
| Dead! I've got golden hairs upon my chin, | |
| Got my clothes right from the | |
| Goodwill bin, | |
| Sealin' riffs and drinkin' coke, | |
| Boppin' from the tar and smoke, | |
| Every time | |
| I get hit, | |
| Prizes in my head that split, | |
| Lie around for little brats, | |
| Wearin' backwards baseball caps, | |
| Blindfold me and take that stick, | |
| Hit me in the head with it! | |
| Aye carumba, baby. | |
| Tootsie Rolls and | |
| Mounds were in my head, | |
| Chocolate stains remain upon my bed, | |
| Bleach my hair and slip it back, | |
| Cop nutritious sugar smack, | |
| Every time | |
| I get hit, | |
| Prizes in my head that split, | |
| Lie around for mosh pit twits, | |
| Writing dumb crunch metal hits, | |
| Blindfold me and take that stick, | |
| Hit me in the head with it! | |
| I think that | |
| Jeremy's broken now. | |
| Jeremy's broken, huh! | |
| Out, out to hit my head. | |
| Ya hit my head, don't ya hit my head! | |
| No pinata hed! | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel like a nut... |
| zuo qu : Green Jelly | |
| Dead! I' ve got golden hairs upon my chin, | |
| Got my clothes right from the | |
| Goodwill bin, | |
| Sealin' riffs and drinkin' coke, | |
| Boppin' from the tar and smoke, | |
| Every time | |
| I get hit, | |
| Prizes in my head that split, | |
| Lie around for little brats, | |
| Wearin' backwards baseball caps, | |
| Blindfold me and take that stick, | |
| Hit me in the head with it! | |
| Aye carumba, baby. | |
| Tootsie Rolls and | |
| Mounds were in my head, | |
| Chocolate stains remain upon my bed, | |
| Bleach my hair and slip it back, | |
| Cop nutritious sugar smack, | |
| Every time | |
| I get hit, | |
| Prizes in my head that split, | |
| Lie around for mosh pit twits, | |
| Writing dumb crunch metal hits, | |
| Blindfold me and take that stick, | |
| Hit me in the head with it! | |
| I think that | |
| Jeremy' s broken now. | |
| Jeremy' s broken, huh! | |
| Out, out to hit my head. | |
| Ya hit my head, don' t ya hit my head! | |
| No pinata hed! | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel like a nut... |
| zuò qǔ : Green Jelly | |
| Dead! I' ve got golden hairs upon my chin, | |
| Got my clothes right from the | |
| Goodwill bin, | |
| Sealin' riffs and drinkin' coke, | |
| Boppin' from the tar and smoke, | |
| Every time | |
| I get hit, | |
| Prizes in my head that split, | |
| Lie around for little brats, | |
| Wearin' backwards baseball caps, | |
| Blindfold me and take that stick, | |
| Hit me in the head with it! | |
| Aye carumba, baby. | |
| Tootsie Rolls and | |
| Mounds were in my head, | |
| Chocolate stains remain upon my bed, | |
| Bleach my hair and slip it back, | |
| Cop nutritious sugar smack, | |
| Every time | |
| I get hit, | |
| Prizes in my head that split, | |
| Lie around for mosh pit twits, | |
| Writing dumb crunch metal hits, | |
| Blindfold me and take that stick, | |
| Hit me in the head with it! | |
| I think that | |
| Jeremy' s broken now. | |
| Jeremy' s broken, huh! | |
| Out, out to hit my head. | |
| Ya hit my head, don' t ya hit my head! | |
| No pinata hed! | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel like a nut... |