I woke up at seven
Mike (Robert)--Gah, bloody alarm clock!

and my body was vibrating
All--Saaaaay...

I was wrapped up in a blanket
Crow--With ribbons and bows...

I was grey
Mike--Zane Grey?

Damp and sore
The bedroom was an engine
Tom Servo--But yesterday, it was a waffle iron!

and my heartbeat was erratic
Tom--His heartbeat was sexy?
Mike--You're thinking of erotic, Tom.

(like I think I'm at the racing
Crow--(Monster Truck Announcer) You'll think you're at the racing when your bedroom is an engine on Sunday! Sunday! SUNDAY!!!
Mike--They don't say that at races, Crow, they say it at monster truck events!
Crow--Sunday! Sunday! SUN--
(Mike clamps a hand over Crow's beak)
Crow--Mmdaymph!

Like the night before)
Tom--(singing) A Night Like This, if it's the last thing we ever do...
Mike--Wrong song, Servo.
Tom--But I like that song!

I remember one girl standing
One was sitting on the ground
One was holding me up
The other pulling me down
Crow--And he's whining *because*?
Tom--Well, this *is* Robert Smith...
Mike--Hey...!

And I couldn't decide which one was real
Because there wasn't a sound
(Like I was pregnant again...)
Tom--Umm, someone apparently has never properly explained the facts of life to Mr. Smith...

"Don't move don't blink don't think don't even breathe" she said
"Or the photograph will spoil
Mike--(Minnewegian) Oh, photographs will do dat if you leave them out, you know...

And cut you off at the
Crow--Pass.

head"
Tom--Ooohhhh...
Crow--He said head!
Mike--Crow...

So I was sucking
(Crow and Tom are snickering)

I was suncking
Tom--Suncking?
Mike--This was obviously transcribed by the same
person who brought us the lyrics to Lullaby.

like a fat lady would
Crow--Mike, how do fat ladies suck?
Mike (nervously)--What makes you think I'd know that, Crow?
Crow--Oh, nothing...

But I couldn't hold it down another second
(Bleagh!)
Crow--Yuck!
Tom--Ugh!
Mike--Ewww, he blew chunks!

"Don't twitch don't shout don't think don't even breathe" she said
"Or the photograph will spoil and cut you off at the head"
Crow--Deja Vu!

So I was sweating
I was sweating like a fat lady would
Tom--Sweating to The Cure with Richard Simmons!

And I woke up
With a man inside my mouth
All--Saaaaayyy...
Tom--Simon would be terribly jealous!
Mike--Tom!
Crow--Maybe it *was* Simon!
Mike--Crow!
(This won't hurt at all)
Crow--Not in his *mouth*, anyway...
Mike--Crow!

End