Lyrics:

With the wit of a gnatAnd you're tit for tatWell I'm sick of thatYou little dingbatYou little dingbatWell it's not too deepAnd it's not too shallowThere's just enough room for me to wallowWallowOh my godHe grabbed my titDid you give him a slap?Cuz he was litDid you slap him back?SlapWell we used to have such a great friendshipNow I'm sittin' on the battleshipThe battleshipWith the wit of a gnatAnd you're tit for tatWell I'm sick of thatYou little dingbatYou little dingbatYeah it's not too deepAnd it's not too shallowThere's just enough room for me to wallowWallowYeah you can't finish but you can dish out the shitAnd you can tie a knot and it held till you will fallMaybe a little more than you thoughtMaybe a little more than you thoughtYeah you can't finish but you can dish out the shitAnd you can tie a knot and it held till you will fallMaybe a little more than you thoughtI used to think about thoughtsAnd I thought that you might thinkBut you ran the tableAnd you scratched on the eightBut you ran the tableAnd you scratched on the eightYou sank my battleship

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