So if I do not find somebody soon
I'll blow up into smithereens
And spew my tiny symphony
All up and down the city street
While trying to put my mind at ease
Like finishing this melody
This feels like a necessity
So this could be the death of me
Or maybe just a better me
Now come in with the Timpanis
And take a shot of Hennessy
I know I'm not there mentally
But you could be the remedy
So let me play my violin for you