The ambulance sirens rang
As they wheeled her to the stand
Feathered, tarred and handcuffed
To a stretcher
The doctor's diagnosis
Was multiple sclerosis
An open and shut hopeless
F*cking case
The wheels of justice turned
Till the tires were bald and burned
And when they's all adjorned
I asked myself
Am I un H A P P why?
Does a new born baby cry?
Did Elvis really die?
And I said to myself,
Is wrestling fixed?
Am I un H A P P why?
Does a new born baby cry?
Did Little Red Riding wear a hood?
Did the three bears shit in the woods?
Was Humpty Dumpty fat?
Does the Pope wear a funny hat?
Is wrestling fixed?