Born host to a tongue So sing a song about it Held a breath for too long Till we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong Then you can blame us for it Turn the clamp on our thumbs So we're down about it And tell us all about it We're so in doubt about it
How about some credit now Where credit is due For the damage that was done We have wrought upon ourselves and others With this blow, and vicious gun And although pratfalls can be fun, Encores can be fatal
And then I hear you say, Thank God it's fatal. Thank God it's fatal. Not shy Not shy and fatal, not shy and fatal. Thank God. Thank God it's fatal. Thank God it's fatal. Not shy Not shy and fatal, not shy and fatal.
Wait just a second now It's not all that bad Are we not having fun? You make your mountains of handkerchiefs Where the mascara always runs So be careful when you're done You're bound to get post natal Wait, did I just hear you say...
Thank God it's fatal No, we don't want to hear the sound of a draw No, we don't want to hear the sound of a draw And we don't want to hear the signs that your bore You know the kind of sign you hang on a door Saying, 'We'll be back. We're a crack.'
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