Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh Totally motionless except for her heart Mud flowed up into Lump's pyjamas She totally confused all the passing piranhas She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Lump lingered last in line for brains, And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane Small thing's so sad that birds could land Is Lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band? She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love She spent her twenties between the sheets Life limped along at subsonic speeds She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump I do beliveve that she's dead (Dead as a doornail) Is this Lump out of my head, I think so Is this Lump out of my head, I think so, yeah Is this Lump out of my head, I think so And that's all I have to say about that