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 tires were bald and burned
And when they's all adjorned
I asked myself
Am I un H A P P why?
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 why?
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?