Karaoké Along Comes Mary Bloodhound Gang

Every time I think that

I'm the only one who's lonely someone calls on me

And every now and then

I spend my time at rhyme and verse

And curse those faults in me

And then along comes Mary

Then along comes Mary

And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick

And give me pick of memories

Or maybe rather gather tales from all the fails and tribulations

No one ever sees

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks whose sickness is the games they play

And when the masquerade is played the neighbor folks make jokes at who is most to blame today

And then along comes Mary

Then along comes Mary

And does she want to set them free and let them see reality from where she got her name

And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch of hers will make them not the same

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch sweet as the punch

And when the morning of the warning's passed

The gassed and flaccid kids are flung across the stars

The psychodramas and the traumas gone

The songs have all been sung and hung upon the scars

And then along comes Mary

Then along comes Mary

And does she want to see the stains

The dead remains of all the pain she left the night before

Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies

And make them realize their urgent cry for sight no more

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch sweet as the punch