Non Credo - Heaven Help Us lyrics

Lunching on a Munchkin... who was munching, quoting Pushkin, when I crept up with a pushpin and I popped his little a** Though dastardly, admitted The ba*tard was befitted and besotted and betwitted for the least that I could give Who would've thought it? Who would've thunk it? Who would've sat on it? Who would've drunk it? Who would've taken a big, bitter bite of it? Who would've thought of starting a fight with it? Who, when the going got rough, would have chucked it? Who would've thought that you would've f**ed it? Heaven help us! Heaven help us! Heaven helps those who help themselves Heaven help us! Heaven help us! Heaven helps those who help themselves Heaven help us! Heaven help us! Heaven helps those who help themselves Heaven helps those who help themselves Heaven helps those who help themselves Heaven helps those who help themselves Heaven helps those who help themselves Heaven helps those who help themselves Heaven helps those who help themselves