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 won't 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 won't be long 'til I'm holding you, moldy stump
And I got the front of all your ridicule
Oh, oh