| Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh |
| Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh |
| My condition’s benign |
| And as rare as it gets |
| They know what it looks like |
| But only God knows why it exists |
| It’s practically harmless |
| There’s no need for concern |
| I can’t believe it |
| Dear God, can you be more subtle next time? |
| And I’ll take the pain, 'cause |
| For the very first time in my life |
| I’m fixing to bite |
| And I drown in my antibiotics |
| Lest it get any worse |
| I can’t believe it |
| Dear God, can you be more subtle next time? |
| And I’ll take the pain, 'cause |
| For the very first time in my life |
| I’m fixing to bite |
| Duh, duh, duh |
| Duh, duh, duh |
| I’ll cover my chest |
| I’ll laugh all the way home |
| 'Cause the name of my illness |
| Is just one letter short of my own |
| I must have been greedy |
| Surely I’ve engaged in some cardinal sin 'cause now |
| My favorite animal is engraved in the side of my ribs |
| I can’t believe it |
| Dear God, can you be more subtle next time? |
| The colorful plastic |
| That you put on the end of your line |
| Is it really alive? |
| I can’t believe it |
| Dear God, can you be more subtle next time? |
| And I’ll take the pain, 'cause |
| For the very first time in my life |
| I’m fixing— |
| (Good luck) |
| To find intervention |
| And the gnashing of teeth |
| And strangle my neck and |
| And nobody finds me |
| I know I was terribly wrong |
| I’m not scared of death, no |
| I’m scared of God |
| I can’t believe it |
| Dear God, can you be more subtle next time? |
| And I’ll take the pain, 'cause |
| For the very first time in my life |
| I’m fixing to bite |