Lump - The Presidents Of The United States Of America

Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh

Totally motionless except for her heart

Mud flowed up into Lump’s pyjamas

She totally confused all the passing piranhas

She’s Lump, she’s Lump

She’s in my head

She’s Lump, she’s Lump, she’s Lump

She might be dead

Lump lingered last in line for brains,

And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane

Small thing’s so sad that birds could land

Is Lump fast asleep or rockin’out with the band?

She’s Lump, she’s Lump

She’s in my head

She’s Lump, she’s Lump, she’s Lump

She might be dead

Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove

Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love

She spent her twenties between the sheets

Life limped along at subsonic speeds

She’s Lump, she’s Lump

She’s in my head

She’s Lump, she’s Lump, she’s Lump

I do beliveve that she’s dead

(Dead as a doornail)

Is this Lump out of my head, I think so

Is this Lump out of my head, I think so, yeah

Is this Lump out of my head, I think so

And that’s all I have to say about that