Lyrics

He was a vending machine
For a couple of dreams you threw out
Well good for you
He was a tangerine
When you wanted clementines
Well good for you

He blew the meter out
But he had nothing to cry about

Well good for you
Good for you
The journey was rough
But good for you
Good for you
Yeah good for you
He's more than enough
But good for you

She was a make-up palette
Plastic pumped and lacked in talent
You snapped up
Well good for you
She was a silver mallet
In a box of brass heads
Well good for you

The audience was devout
She gave 'em something to cry about

Well good for you
Good for you
The journey was rough
But good for you
Good for you
Yeah good for you
He's more than enough
But good for you

Yeah good for you
Good for you
Belief is tough
But you'll see it through
Yeah good for you
Good for you
We hope you're happy
We're good for you