The Art of Self-Defense

Lyrics

A diminutive figure in a filthy loin cloth Is en route to your house just to knock you off A sad pygmy who takes small steps Who weeps while he snuffs you Who sits on your chest The art of self-defense A diminutive figure in a filthy loin cloth Is en route to your house just to knock you off A sad, sad, sad, sad, sad pygmy He weeps while he snuffs you He sits on your chest To him you're no different from all the rest The art of self-defense A sad, sad, sad, sad, sad pygmy