Madam, I Challenge You To A Duel
THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS · Glean 2015 · Track 07 of 14
Written by John Flansburgh, John Linnell
I am a man of honor and I am mortified By your litany of slurs Such a lot of words Oh dear
Madam, I challenge you to a duel My second warned you to be careful That bell can't be unrung
Madam, you mistake me for a bumpkin It's clear you're yelling something Oh, please don't burst a lung
You are an unfit rival. By spirits taught to sing But a tune so twisted now Like all that's sweet's gone sour Oh dear
Madam, you mistake me for a fool Yes, your little dog may hold the pistols Although he seems high strung
Madam, I challenge you to a duel My second warned you to be careful That bell can't be unrung Can't be unrung Can't be unrung