ECNALUBMA

Well it's a good thing that I brought a napkin

I knew that this would happen

Why does this always happen?

That a day of impulsive fun becomes an evening

Of injury, blood and grieving

Injury, blood and grieving

Make way make way and stand aside

The crowd takes up the cry

He comes he comes

Bow down bow down and lower your eyes

Before the litter borne by men in fancy uniforms

A chariot from which a siren warns

The regal flashing lights and royal horns

Behold the great one comes

You've got an electric knife

And I've got the need to spite my face

I've got a nose, I know what to do

Hand me that electric knife

Marry me and be my wife

Be by my side in the electric parade

Help me out I can't seem to get this window open

Never mind now it's open

I think my hand is broken