Born host to a tongue so sing a about it Held a breath for too long till we're half about it Tell us we did wrong, then you can blame us for it the clamp on our thumbs so we're down about it And tell us all about it, we're so in doubt it
How about some now Credit is due for the damage that was We have wrought upon ourselves and this blow and vicious gun And although pratfalls can be fun, can be fatal
And I hear you say Thank God fatal, thank God it's fatal, not shy Not shy and fatal, not shy and fatal, God Thank God fatal, thank God it's fatal, not shy Not shy and fatal, not shy and
Wait just a now It's not all that bad, are we not fun? You your mountains of handkerchiefs Where the mascara runs So be when you're done you're bound to get post natal Wait, did I hear you say
Thank God fatal No, we don't want to the sound of a draw No, we don't want to the sound of a draw And we don't want to hear the signs that you 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 have all that before
Born host to a tongue so sing a about it Held our breath for too long we're half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong and you can us Turn the clamp on our thumbs so down about it