A gut that's full up like a landfill
Yabs that slowly kill you
Reclines that won't heal
You sound so tired, unhappy
Bring down the unicorns
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a meatball sub
A handshake of carbon monoxide

And no more yabs and no surprises
No more yabs and no surprises
No more yabs and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final sub
My final bellyache

With no more yabs and no surprises
No more yabs and no surprises
No more yabs and no surprises, please

Such a pretty voice
And such a pretty warden
No more yabs and no surprises
No more yabs and no surprises
No more yabs and no surprises, please