What's the matter

You wonder why nobody ever seems to talk to you
After all, you use an aerosol and you've got three pairs of shoes
You got yourself a little education and you keep up with the news
But when you walk in to a party everybody stares
The girls drop drinks into their laps and the boys fall off their chairs
Oh, but you're all alone when everybody's leaving in pairs

If you ever stopped a moment and thought about your ears
("Big, aren't they?" "I suppose they are")
Or that noise you make when you've had a bottle of beer
Oh, try to make a mental leap and perhaps it will come clear

Ohhh,
You're the man with the head of an ass
You're the man with the head of an ass
You're the man with the head of an ass
And that's crass

Mmm, pin me back, Max

You want I should tell you something?

You see,
You're the kind of person folks don't like to be around
You make them feel uneasy when you say something profound
If you look close enough I'm sure the reason can be found

You're the man with the head of an ass
You're the man with the head of an ass
You're the man with the head of an ass
That's crass

Ooooh, how disgusting

How now, man with the head of an ass
How now, man with the head of an ass
How now, man with the head of an ass
How now, man with the head of an ass