Frankl never thinks about the past While we’re in denial when Freud’s not right And that boy Jung had too much ass To think about another aspect of life And so I’m strumming, I’m strumming; I’m strumming my air guitar I’m strumming, and I’ll keep strumming until the right philosopher comes Christianity makes no sense And Judaism has too many rules I don’t want even go into Islam Because the point is we’re all fools And so I’m strumming, I’m strumming; I’m strumming my air guitar I’m strumming, and I’ll keep strumming until the right religion comes Sarah lives too far away Michelle was a plain old bitch That one Jessie was thinking of the sport When I told her to catch while I pitch And so I’m strumming, I’m strumming; I’m strumming this air guitar I’m strumming, and I’ll keep strumming until the right girl comes for me Just because there’s nothing to see Doesn’t mean that there’s no meaning Hear the music that life plays thought the night For one day we will get this world right Strumming, I’m still strumming; strumming my air guitar I’ll keep strumming, and I’ll strum some more until the good times come