Born host to a so sing a song about it Held a for too long till we're half sick about it us what we did wrong, then you can blame us for it Turn the on our thumbs so we're down about it And tell us all about it, we're so in doubt it
How some credit now Credit is due for the damage was done We have wrought ourselves and others With blow and vicious gun And although pratfalls can be fun, encores can be
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 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 your mountains of the mascara always runs So be careful 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 hear the of a draw No, we don't want to the sound of a draw And we don't to hear the signs 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 might have all that before Yeah, don't you think we might have all that before
Born host to a tongue so sing a song it Held our for too long till we're half sick about it Tell us what we did and you can blame us Turn the on our thumbs so we're down about it