Song parody of
Offer
by Alanis Morissette
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Who
Who am I to be blue
Look at my family and fortune
Look at my friends and my house
Who
Who am I to feel deadened
Who am I to feel spent
Look at my health and my money
And where
Where do I go to feel good
Why do I still look outside me
Clearly I've seen it won't work
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
And my generosity has been disabled
By this, my sense of duty to offer
And why
Why do I feel so ungrateful
Me who is far beyond survival
Me who sees life as an oyster
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
And my generosity has been disabled
By this, my sense of duty to offer
And how
How dare I rest on my laurels
How dare I ignore an outstretched hand
How dare I ignore a third world country
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
And my generosity has been disabled
By this, my sense of duty to offer
Who
Who am I to be blue
Who
Who am I to be blue
Look at my family and fortune
Look at my friends and my house
Who
Who am I to feel deadened
Who am I to feel spent
Look at my health and my money
And where
Where do I go to feel good
Why do I still look outside me
Clearly I've seen it won't work
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
And my generosity has been disabled
By this, my sense of duty to offer
And why
Why do I feel so ungrateful
Me who is far beyond survival
Me who sees life as an oyster
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
And my generosity has been disabled
By this, my sense of duty to offer
And how
How dare I rest on my laurels
How dare I ignore an outstretched hand
How dare I ignore a third world country
Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
And my generosity has been disabled
By this, my sense of duty to offer
Who
Who am I to be blue
