| Little by little by little by | 
| I’m going crazy… | 
| Little by little by little by | 
| I’m going crazy… | 
| In reality, I’m just an average Joe with a simple life | 
| No American idol but I get by | 
| Wish I could tour with Fifth Wheel bus | 
| Back to the real world, time to wake up | 
| Smell antifreeze and now with big brothers | 
| Bad to me, I’ve got a blind date with destiny | 
| I’m Mexican, what an amazing race I get to be | 
| Most days are wickedly perfect | 
| You’re not affecting me | 
| Making me nervous, I’m a survivor | 
| The last on the planet deserted | 
| Pass the word like a ten thousand dollar pyramid scheme | 
| Changing the face of the game like a sworn medical team | 
| Lead troopers, a league of supreme losers | 
| Press your luck with Sleep; | 
| go home, the biggest loser | 
| I’ll have the last laugh like the last comic standing | 
| Making the band play as you walk off stage empty handed | 
| And I’m, taking home America’s next top model | 
| Back to the bachelor pad, show her some Longfellow… | 
| Little by little by little by | 
| I’m going crazy… | 
| Little by little by little by | 
| I’m going crazy… | 
| Little by little by little by | 
| I’m going crazy… | 
| Little by little by little by | 
| I’m going crazy… | 
| Little by little, grow a little more bitter | 
| Sit down in my chair like a grown man to his dinner | 
| Where’s my newspaper, boy? | 
| Dog, fetch me my slippers | 
| Feed me, do the dishes, if you need me, I’m in the shitter | 
| With everybody so emo everyone expects emotion | 
| While I’m holding onto long-term solution to that notion | 
| That everything my story, shown off, be banned | 
| Be thrown into the lions as if the crowd cared | 
| Some are born like us, most important like them | 
| Some will live to the fullest; | 
| some will die in the system | 
| Just trying to live the natzi | 
| I admire the mission; | 
| acquire the license to listen | 
| We’re the fire the passim | 
| So where’s my welfare? | 
| Where’s my healthcare? | 
| Where’s my sandwich? | 
| There’s my sandwich | 
| Spin doctors spinning, old white men grinning | 
| Power to the rival, end to its bidding | 
| Can you think of a single thing you’ve done | 
| That’s meant anything, anything at all? | 
| I know I’ll probably take the fall… | 
| I was going into circles till I hit the wall… | 
| Can you think of a single thing you’ve done | 
| That’s meant anything, anything at all? | 
| I know I’ll probably take the fall… | 
| I was going into circles till I hit the wall… | 
| I’m absolutely sure one day I’ll settle down | 
| Find a special spot, My best gal and some mescal | 
| Got trees growing, got a flower garden going | 
| Couple herbs for the cooking, couple more for the smoking | 
| Got a hammock for the swinging, fresh tomatoes for the salad | 
| That’ll compliment the burgers straight cookin' on the grill | 
| Still I drink myself stupid; | 
| I can’t walk home alone | 
| Need a shoulder to lean on, I need a cold beer, come on | 
| Music’s my meal ticket, if I could keep living on beer to get | 
| Time’s ticking like weed in your mind and you don’t get it | 
| No ace in the hole and the weight of the game | 
| Is breaking your soul, keep changing your game | 
| Playing the role | 
| Keep on selling my family short, like toll caritas | 
| Just let it linger, hard to turn the other cheek with broken fingers | 
| And I, humbled myself till I was hollow inside | 
| But no more, I get this and you can swallow my pride! | 
| Little by little by little by | 
| I’m going crazy… | 
| Little by little by little by | 
| I’m going crazy… | 
| Little by little by little by | 
| I’m going crazy… | 
| Little by little by little by | 
| I’m going crazy… |