I wanna tell you... Me and my mouth, they don't get along Every time I open it all the words they come out wrong I think that God and all of his angels, they came away down south And each one put a marble in my mouth I talk like...
Constructing sentences has never been my thing Every time I make one up my teeth all hit my chin My tongue curls round my earlobe, my tonsils spin around Instead of a sentence, you'll just hear this sound It goes like...