Mark Lenover Mean Old Missus Schmidt
She showed up at her psychiatrist
She blew her nose, and he looked delighted
The tumours spilled out into her handkerchief
The good doctor lit his pipe and grinned
'Cause everybody knows her paranoia
Was solely cause by a trans-dimensional shift
She files her teeth down for all of her boy-friends
And everybody calls her Mean Old Missus Schmidt
She can't stand romantic melodies
She don't get, where she fits in
She just bolts and shudders miserably
Mister, mister! Try again
