Made a tourniquet from the tassel of a graduate Left high and dry at the altar as Those wedding bells sing "ding da dong" And we sing another sad song. We tried a more vivacious melody But it came out wrong. How could you come here and say that? How could you come here at all? Oh, I’m not a fool But my pigeon toes are blistered From pacing every night in the gravel outside your house Give it a try Give me some kind of sign Give it up you pathetic split pea soup drinker Give up the ghost as a tip to the hostess Made myself a part of it A part of it How could you come here and say that? How could you come here at all?