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...