Groping, gangly, unweave at your sleeve, fit your pasty face
And keep banging that fork on that plate, keep spitting down my spiral staircase
Your neckline is all mine, your jaw line, your lifeline has shortened some
And it’s all mine, and it’s all mine, good god almighty look what you’ve done

So sing a song for me
Sing for the perfect vaccine
Sing for the cold and flu
And I will sing the song with you
Sing a song for me
Sing so doctors count their sheep
We will pin a medal on their chest
We will pin the [bad word] good and deep

‘Cause when you know too much
Aren’t you able-bodied, dear
I think you know too much
But the mind knows what the mouth wants
I think I said too much
We’re all able-bodied here
I think you said too much
But the mind knows what the mouth wants
Don’t make a peep, we know where you sleep

Patience, my pet, the beast will lie and the ghost will flirt
We’re blanking on your bemoaning, the most important part of your body is the one that currently hurts

So sing a song for me
Sing for rotten apple trees
Sing for the bootless seeds
Falling out like they’re baby teeth
Sing a song for me
Sing, you vicious [bad word]  sing
Sing for the ghost you keep [bad word] for you in your sleep

‘Cause when you know too much
Aren’t you able-bodied, dear
I think you know too much
But the mind knows what the mouth wants
I think I said too much
We’re all able-bodied here
I think you said too much
But the mind knows what the mouth wants
What do you want?

Sing strong knees, clean kidneys
Sing for sharp eyes
Let’s organize before they rise