She showed up at her psychiatrist She blew her nose, and he looked delighted The tumours spilled out into her handkerchief The good doctor lit his pipe and grinned 'Cause everybody knows her paranoia Was solely cause by a trans-dimensional shift She files her teeth down for all of her boy-friends And everybody calls her Mean Old Missus Schmidt She can't stand romantic melodies She don't get, where she fits in She just bolts and shudders miserably Mister, mister! Try again