Made a tourniquet from the ta**el of a graduate
Left high and dry at the altar as
Those wedding bells sing "ding da dong"
And we sing another sad song
We tried a more vivacious melody
But it came out wrong
How could you come here and say that?
How could you come here at all?
Oh, I'm not a fool
But my pigeon toes are blistered
From pacing every night in the gravel outside your house
Give it a try, give me some kind of sign
Give it up you pathetic split pea soup drinker
Give up the ghost as a tip to the hostess
Made myself a part of it
A part of it
How could you come here and say that?
How could you come here at all?