How I Sang Dang

Healthy finger tips upon my lips
I don't think I can get over it
Healthy fingers placed upon my lips
I don't think I will get over it

Broken fingers etched upon your hips
I don't think I can get over it
Bury me bury me I beg of you to make
A tonic for my belly-ache

Hold me in your trembling skin
I am yours for the Making
BOW WOW WOW, I wished that I knew how
The pang in the dang was awakening

Oh lay me low I beg of you to make
A tonic for my belly-ache
Come don't go try and understand
All about this dang dang der dang

Lay me, Bury me, I beg of you to make
A tonic for my belly-ache
Take it slow you've got to understand
All about this dang dang der dang