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There were 87 Advil in the bottle, now there's 30 left I ate 47 so what happened to the other ten? Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration As I dump the bottle out and I count the Advil up again? Don't interupt me as I struggle to complete this thought Have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself They Might Be Giants And I'm not done, and I Won't be till my head falls off Feeling every pocket on my shirt, pants and overcoat And I'm hitting them again but I don't know where I put my notes Clearing my throat and gripping the lectern I smile and face my audience Clearing his throat and smiling with his hands on the bathroom sink And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall I see stuff through the glass that I don't recognize at all And I'm not done, and I Won't be till my head falls off Though it may not be a long way off I'm not done talking I'm not done talking And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall I see a broken figure sillouetted on the wall And I'm not done, and I Won't be till my head falls off Though it may not be a long way off I won't be done until my head falls off