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