The ambulance sirens rang
As they wheeled her to the stand
Feathered, tarred
And handcuffed to a stretcher
The doctor's diagnosis
Was multiple sclerosis
An open and shut
Hopeless fucking case
The wheels of justice turned
Till the tyres were bald and burned
And when they's all adjorned
I asked myself
Am I un H A P P Y?
Does a new born baby cry?
Did Elvis really die?
And I said to myself
Is wrestling fixed?
Am I un H A P P Y?
Does a new born baby cry?
Did Little Red Riding wear a hood?
Did the three bears shit in the woods?
Was Humpty Dumpty fat?
Does the Pope wear a funny hat?
Is wrestling fixed?