One, two, three, four
I declare a thumb war
On you!

"shut it!" he screams at the top of his lungs
To the stupid car across the street
And he stops, that's a sure way of voicing your defeat
And I guess in his eyes I'm oblivious to what goes on
But that's fine because J-Bone can just fill me in later

[?]
This late in the season, this late in the season
It's automatic
Oh yeah, yeah, he's, he's very systematic
Oh but J-Bone is never, never democratic

He wouldn't stop loving me
For all the tea in China
And he wouldn't stop loving me
For all the tea in China
And that there my friend that you see
Is a crawling jemima
And he wouldn't stop loving me
For all the tea in China

What it is that I know
Is J-Bone's not like the other little boys
And I guess I can't expect him to see things always in my way
And he's like, in my mind, a bridge I can walk on
So cool with things that happen
[?] on the ground stupid girls just [?] pieces now
If I'm gone, curtains for certain, [?]
I'm drifting to sleep
I'm drifting to sleep as J-Bone speaks to me
He wouldn't stop loving me
For all the tea in China
And he wouldn't stop loving me
For all the tea in China
And that there my friend that you see
Is a crawling jemima
And he wouldn't stop loving me
For all the tea in China, China, China, China
China, China, China, China, China
China, China, China
China