A
Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
G
A
Totally motionless except for her heart
G
Mud flowed up into Lump’s pajamas
A
She totally confused all the passing piranhas
A
She’s Lump, she’s Lump
D
She’s in my head
A
She’s Lump, she’s Lump, she’s Lump
D
She might be dead
A
G
Lump lingered last in line for brains,
A
And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane
G
Small thing’s so sad that birds could land
A
Is Lump fast asleep or rockin’ out with the band?
A
She’s Lump, she’s Lump
D
She’s in my head
A
She’s Lump, she’s Lump, she’s Lump
D
She might be dead
A
G
Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
A
Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
G
She spent her twenties between the sheets
A
Life limped along at subsonic speeds
A
She’s Lump, she’s Lump
D
She’s in my head
A
She’s Lump, she’s Lump, she’s Lump
D
She might be dead
A
D
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
A
D
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so, yeah
A
D
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
A
Is this Lump out of my head
G
D
A
