Na-na-na-now At least then I'm all rested. I can't deny I won't let that harm man in It won't be long now, Still warming you up. I can't believe Enough you Band-Aid girl Holding me high You stand there all laugh and It wont be long 'til I'm holding you more distant And I got the fever of your ridicule. Oh, oh.
Time for the pill In your faulty stomach, you. Give in my heart Cross lines with the vial on you. It wont be long 'til I'm holding you, mouldy stump And I got the front of all your ridicule Oh, oh.