A half a dozen places he'd rather be
And furthermore it looks like he's prepared
To take it all out on me

Buddy, I don't really care what your problem is
Just don't make it mine
Come on kids, let's all hold hands
And pretend we're having a good time

Maybe you don't like your job
Maybe you didn't get enough sleep
Well, nobody likes their job
Nobody got enough sleep

Maybe you just had
The worst day of your life
You know there's no escape, there's no excuse
So just suck up, suck up and be nice

Be nice, be nice, be nice
Be nice, be nice, be nice

All the privileged white kids on TV
Playing at death
Brandishing their cold cuts with their ghostly make-up
And their heroine breath

And all the little fishes are flapping
Wildly on their hooks
While all the top critics find great meaning
In the telephone book

And the little emperor, he has no clothes
So he can't come out to play
And besides which life is suffering
And he likes it that way

And the little guy is not so friendly
But you know life has been cruel
So wipe that smile off your face, baby
And try to be cool

Maybe you don't like your job
Maybe you didn't get enough sleep
Nobody likes their job
Nobody got enough sleep

Maybe you just had
The worst day of your life
But you know there's no escape and there's no excuse
So just suck up and be nice

Be nice, be nice, be nice
Be nice, be nice, be nice

Yeah, I would like to perfect the art
Be studiously aloof
Like life is just a boring chore
And I'm living proof

I could join forces with an army
Of ordinary hipsters
Then I guess I'd be out of a job
So I guess that's out of the picture

'Cause I'm a pixie, I'm a paper doll
I'm a cartoon
I'm a chipper cheerful free-for-all
I light up a room

I'm the color-me-happy girl
Miss. Live And Let Live
And when they're out for blood
I'll always give