Lyrics:

Get out of hand, get underfoot
Get to the square root
Put a word to a feelin'
Let 'em know with whom they're dealin'

Dear Elizabeth, don't throw a fit
Yeah you can talk or you can walk, you can walk away
You can stay and make 'em pay for you, feeling this way
Thrown out grow up I shot clusterfuck
He goes down on me with my critique you'd mind quite a bit
Dear Elizabeth, throws a fit, makes me feel like I'm lit

Get out of hand, get underfoot
Get to the square root
Put a word to a feelin'
Let 'em know with whom they're dealin'

That's what you told me to do!
No, don't do that crash, that sucks
See, that's what you told me to do!
She looked at me and goes 'now'...