They Might Be Giants - Madam, I Challenge You To A Duel lyrics

I am a man of honor and I am mortified By your litany of slurs Such a lot of words Oh dear Madam, I challenge you to a duel My second warned you to be careful That bell can’t be unrung Madam, you mistake me for a bumpkin It’s clear you’re yelling something Oh, please don’t burst a lung You are an unfit rival. By spirits taught to sing But a tune so twisted now Like all that’s sweet’s gone sour Oh dear Madam, you mistake me for a fool Yes, your little dog may hold the pistols Although he seems high strung Madam, I challenge you to a duel My second warned you to be careful That bell can’t be unrung Can’t be unrung Can’t be unrung