From: GeekStink@aol.com
Date: Wed, 11 Oct 1995 21:42:36 -0400
Subject: bab's uvula who? by green day
Bab's Uvula Who?
Intro:
Verse:
I've got a knack for fucking everything up.
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high.
I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
Tension mounts and l fly off the wall.
L self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
Petulance and irritation sets in.
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.
Chorus:
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up.
I lose control and l get myself all wound up.
L self-destruct and l get myself all wound up.
I throw a tantrum and l get all wound up.
Verse:
Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back.
Stuck in a rut and l get myself all wound up.
Killed my composure and it will never come back.
Loss of control and l get myself all wound up.
Blown out of proportion again.
My temper snaps and l get all wound up.
Spontaneous combustion, panic attack.
I slipped a gear and l get myself all wound up.
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