Text: Dandy Warhols. Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia. Solid.

Well, I must have a door in the back of my head
Where I dump out all the crap, so I can just feel solid again
No more sittin' around thinkin' about your hair
'Cause I must have a door in the back of my, back of my head

I got a beautiful new Asian girlfriend
She comes over and hangs around for days in my bed
You can't seriously believe I'm thinking about you, man
'Cause I must have a door in the back of my, back of my head

Well, it's a brand new day and I'm walking around old town
I feel cool as shit 'cause I got no thoughts keeping me down
I'm thinking, blah de blah blah blah to your trip
'Cause I must have a door in the back of my, back of my head

Back of my head
Must have a door there