Lost and found of the lost and found
Translated I’m no good
I’m the seventh son of a seventh son
Translated I’m no good
When the goddess gave out brains
I was picking my nose
It’s always been that way, I suppose
Honey child
I know a lake full of crystal
If you’ve got a zebco pole
Listen you hag, better set your drag
If you want to catch my flu
Cause once you get your hook in me
I’ll never let go
A parasitic snag forever in your boat
Just a sensitive guy
s-e-n-s-i-t-i-v-e-n-e-w-a-g-e-g-u-y
I’m just a sensitive guy
Just a sensitive guy