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