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