Hello, everybody, alright How, ooh, how's it goin'? So they tell me that everybody down on the floor bought Our CD to get down on the floor Thanks very much for buying the CD Give yourselves a big round of applause Shame on you people up there, alright Here's a rock song
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 believe 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