They Might Be Giants
madam i challenge you to a duel
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 canât be unrung
Madam, you mistake me for a bumpkin
Itâs clear youâre yelling something
Oh, please donât burst a lung
You are an unfit rival. By spirits taught to sing
But a tune so twisted now
Like all thatâs sweetâs 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 canât be unrung
Canât be unrung
Canât be unrung
- :
- Dial-A-Song Direct
- Phone Power
- Hate The Villanelle
- Glean
- A Dial-A-Song Radio Network Sampler
- Why?
- First Album Live
- Idlewild: A Compilation
- Nanobots
- Join Us
- Album Raises New And Troubling Questions
- Miscellaneous
- They Might Be Giants
- Here Comes Science
- The Spine
- Then
- Factory Showroom
- John Henry
- Guitar Ep
- Misc T