UP THE DUMPERNa-na-na-nowAt least then I'm all rested.I can't denyI won't let that harm man inIt won't be long now,Still warming you up.I can't believeEnough you Band-Aid girlHolding me highYou stand there all laugh andIt wont be long 'til I'm holding you more distantAnd I got the fever of your ridicule.Oh, oh.Time for the pillIn your faulty stomach, you.Give in my heartCross lines with the vial on you.It wont be long 'til I'm holding you, mouldy stumpAnd I got the front of all your ridiculeOh, oh.