Born to a tongue so sing a song about it Held a breath for too long till half sick about it Tell us what we did wrong, you can blame 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 some now Credit is due for the damage was done We have wrought upon ourselves and With this blow and 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 it's fatal, 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 make mountains of handkerchiefs the mascara always runs So be careful you're done you're bound to get post natal Wait, did I just you say
Thank God it's No, we don't want to hear the of a draw No, we don't want to hear the sound of a And we don't want to hear the signs you bore You know the of sign you hang on a door Saying, "We'll be back, a crack"
Now you think we might have heard all that before Yeah, don't you think we might heard all that before
Born host to a tongue so a song about it our breath for too long till 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