Poor little me, excuse me!
Push some more buttons
wear some more cotton
put me, put me, contain me
in the dungeon, in the dungeon
in the dungeon!
Excuse me, poor little me,
what is your number?
Is it three or the one beneath
the big old tree, where the songwriter
found a diary, frozen evil diary?
What are you, poor little me?
Is it me or the broken key
breaking, breaking, breaking for free?
Excuse me, what are you, poor little me?
Excuse me, Eat broken tree, broken wing
Eat trouble, eat the dog
eat the ugly duckling
you little incarnate, little devling!
Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me
get out of my way, poor little me!
Send me to the tree, lay me
on the diary underneath, bury me!
