I gotta problem with my two lips
They're always saying something obscene
I gotta problem with my two lips
I just don't know where they've been
Maybe I should send 'em down south
To the bottom of my blue jeans
I gotta problem with my middle finger
It's causing me endless woes
I gotta problem with my middle finger
I just don't know where it goes
Maybe I should send it down south
To join my twinkly toes
Or maybe I should just accept who I am
And stop giving myself away
Letting people like you know all of my secrets
It's not helping me in any way
No, it doesn't help at all
Or make me wanna stay
I gotta problem with my big head
It won't fit inside of my hat
I gotta problem with my big head
It's upsetting to look at
Maybe I should send it down south
To do a headstand on my yoga mat
Or maybe I should just accept who I am
And stop giving myself away
Letting people like you know all of my secrets
It's not helping me in any way
No, it doesn't help at all
Or make me wanna stay
Well down south, down south, that's where I was sent
Down south, down south, so that's where I went
Little by little I learned to be content
Down south, down south, that's what being sent meant
Everything was fine that was until the new winter
Of discontent
So now many years later
I'm thinking of movin' on
Don't close your eyes to blink
Cos when you open 'em I'll be gone
Maybe I'll travel south and build a camp in the Amazon
Or maybe I'll move east and teach English in Babylon
Just remember, I'm ready to face any challenges
I stumble on
Or maybe I should just accept who I am
And stop giving myself away
Letting people like you know all of my secrets
It's not helping me in any way
No, it doesn't help at all
Or make me wanna stay
Down south, down south
Big head, big head
Down south, down south
Middle finger, middle finger
I've gotta a problem but I can solve it
I've gotta a problem but I can fix it
I've gotta a problem but I can solve it