Heavens to Murgatroyd
Now soon enough,
Someone's gonna come along,
Could be your husband,
Could be your wife,
Hell, could be your best friend.
They're gonna come along and put a stick in your spokes,
And I want you to thank them,
'Cause is it so bad when you're airborne,
That the only thing going through that little head of yours
Is hitting the ground.
