It's never your fault, sweet mother

That I was raised in the days

Of the house-husband craze

But the taste of your loving udder

Was replaced by another

Dried cow puss and rubber

And now a hunger still thrives

A hunger that I've never satisfied



I'm fumbling through life

From hunger

I writhe for someone

With a place I can hide my eyes

I'm searching for a mighty heart

Housed with a mighty crest

And from this base of operation

I would pacify the nation



But then who would rely

On a boob such as I

I'll be anyone's twit

For a mouthful of title



And still that hunger will thrive

A hunger that I've never satisfied



I'm fumbling through life

From hunger

I writhe for someone

With a place I can hide my eyes

And I've got big eyes

For someone

With a place I can hide these eyes

And that ain't all