There's a riot in the kitchen and the bed's on fire

There's a locket in my pocket that I can't find

Oh I'm at the window whistling in the wind

I'm at my own front door and I can't get in



I'm dialing up 911

I'm on the brink of trouble again,

If you could change the time, a little,

Then everything would be

Fine, fine, fine



Tell me do you have a home-made remedy,

The only time we talk is in our sleep

Oh he likes mornings, I like the moon

It's a typical case of too little, too soon



I'm dialing up 911

I'm on the brink of trouble again,

If you could change the time, a little,

Then everything would be

Fine, fine, fine



...My back is in the corner,

My boat is taking on water,

You can't wrap fire up in paper

And you can't rap your way out of here



Oh I like mornings, he likes the moon

It's a typical case of too late, too soon



I'm dialing up 911