One, Two, Three, Four, ... I've been working overtime Wondering when the end is nigh Why you've been so good to me Only sing the saddest keys I'm sticking around I'm sticking around I'm sticking around You will get rid of me I will never be content With an insult or a compliment I've got some stuff that I've left behind A revolution and a beautiful lie I'm sticking around I'm sticking around I'm sticking around You won't get rid of me