They Might Be Giants Burnice Lyrics

Oh woe is I, oh woe is I

You call for your friend but she’s not

The thieving deceiving Burnice

You stare through the lamp light

So dim on the camp site

Unlikely precisely Burnice

Beware the destruction she reaps

Don’t stand in the path of her wrath

Yes, it’s a disaster that you can’t think faster

The afflicted evicted Burnice

Oh woe is I, oh woe is I

You can not explain how it was

The restless majestic Burnice

You talk all alone about all that is known

Of the frazzled bedazzled Burnice

Some say your mind’s been transplanted

But you know deep inside you’re enchanted

Your hand is unsteady

Your eyelids rest heavy

Breathtaking heartbreaking Burnice

Oh woe is I, oh woe is I