Sister Jane has a little book Full of autographs of useless people Seems a waste in the time she took And it gets me mad which makes us equal Ooh hundreds of people left out in the cold Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold Useless information Tons of useless information Seems to fill my head With nowhere else to go Isn't it amazing Mrs. Payne at the door again With the news about her operation Will her god ever make the rain Wash away such useless information Ooh hundreds of people left out in the cold Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold Useless information Tons of useless information Seems to fill my head With nowhere else to go Isn't it amazing Isn't it amazing Now you can see why Conversation is dying And time is passing you by Turn your ears to the weatherman Saying it'll be colder in December Get your boots and your astrakhan It's been the same for years, so I remember Ooh hundreds of people left out in the cold Wearing the shoes that were silver and gold Useless information Tons of useless information Seems to fill my head With nowhere else to go Isn't it amazing Useless information Tons of useless information Seems to fill my head With nowhere else to go Hundreds of people filling my head with useless information Hundreds of people filling my head with useless information Hundreds of people filling my head with useless information Hundreds of people filling my head with useless information