Na-na-na-now At least then Im all rested. I can't deny I wont let that harm man in It wont be long now, Still warming you up. I cant believe Enough you Band-Aid gail Holding me high You stand there all laugh and It wont be long 'til Im holding you more distant And I got the fever of your ridicule. Oh, oh. Time for the pill In your faulty stomach, you. Give in my heart Cross lines with the vial on you. It wont be long 'til Im holding you, mouldy stump And I got the front of all your ridicule Oh, oh.