Hi
I'm fuckin' Eddie Dingle
I met this girl named Nan
She-she overpopulated my senses
And then fuckin' dicked me over

What's your big secret?
Could you give me a clue?
Oh, silly girl
I-I'm so in love with you
Won't you tell me what's
What's on your mind
If you'd open your head
Tell me what would I find
Are you for real?
What do you feel?

Finder's keepers
Loser's weepers, baby
If I could get the lid off
I'd look into the jar
Is this-is this the best thing that I can do?
It ain't done me no good so far
Mind over matter
But it seems that I don't matter at all you fucka
Nan, a table for one
Do you think I could be invited to come? Fuck