This is a bullet from a gun called, "What the fuck?"   If I was standing in your shoes, I'd throw my hands straight up   And start explaining at the speed of light, not sound   How the words get some coffee, came to mean, get down      And all the king's horses and all the king's yen   Couldn't stop the abracadabra that invites these men   And all the alleyways in Amsterdam could not compete   Against the Wall Street speed with which you leave your feet      Oh yes, this song is a joke   Funny like our house goin' up in smoke   Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss   You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips      Everytime the phone rings you get there first   And when the pizza man comes, you always run for your purse   Now I'm the son of a banker, I know just what the deal is   If you wrote it out in braille, I wouldn't even have to feel it      Oh yes, this song is a joke   Funny like our house goin' up in smoke   Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss   You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips      Funny how goodbye can sound so sad sometimes   Today it sounds happy like a nursery rhyme   And you're not Cinderella, so don't forget your shoes   I've never been as lonely as when I was with you      Oh yes, this song is a scream   Funny like our lovin' doused in gasoline   Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss   You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips      This is fireman McNeil from the Hennepin line   We got the call around ten, we couldn't get there in time   There was a driveway leading to a hole in the ground   I got the heebies bone deep and turned the truck straight around      Oh yes, this song is a joke   Funny like my fingers in your bicycle spokes   Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss   You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips