The ambulance sirens rang
As they wheeled her to the stand
Featherbed, tarred and handcuffed
To a stretcher
The doctor's diagnosis
Was multiple scirosis
An open and shut hopeless
f*cking case
The wheels of justice turned
Till the tyres were bald and burned
And when they'd all adjourned
I asked myself
Am I un-H A P P Y
Does a new born baby cry?
Did Elvis really die ?
And I said to myself
Self . . .
Is wrestling fixed?
Am I un-H-A-P-P-Y?
Does a new born baby cry?
Did Elvis really die?
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