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