Babs uvula who — Green Day
From: [email protected] Date: Wed, 11 Oct 1995 21:42:36 -0400 Subject: "bab's uvula who?" by green day
"Bab's Uvula Who?"
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.