Such a funny little, little big man
Broad shoulders and a tiny head
Such a seriously silly girl
Straight bangs crown ginger curls
Such a jovial sad sack boy
Black nails grip a wind-up toy
Such a wayward, homesick son
Such a funny little, such a funny little
You worship Satan and that's ok
I don't believe in him anyway
You cut your thumb in a show of faith
But a little blood won't impress me
Now you cry in your birthday suit
Covered in flowers and phallic fruit
Now you ask me if I'm ok
Well, compared to you I'm a flower in May
Killing me, baby
Oh man