Lyrics

I'm discontented With things you've invented So I want the facts to be known Being the mail girl Can feel like the blame girl When certain things get overblown Sometimes the view from your side Can seem a bit snide— And that's okay . . Since you're outnumbered We feel unencumbered— So please think of it this a'way . . Picture this, the two of us Never causing any fuss You would freak And seek the reason why . . Nobody jeering or wincing or sneering No one appearing with emails еndearing We'd just like it known, dеar That you need a chaperone, dear Here we are, the drive-in three Celebrating infamy Forty years of Puzzling repartee We will always bring you back Lest you seem a maniac Oh can't you see We love you perfectly