Robby Berman—lead and background vocals, electric guitar, tambourine, drums, cowbell, bass, organ, clavinet, sirens
Buford O’Sullivan—trombone
(All instruments in italics are software instruments played from a keyboard.)
© 2009 Robby Berman
He lies coiled down below
Where I never go
When I look
I could swear he hides
Way up here it appears
There’s no cause for fear
Then you’re struck
Right between the eyes
I’m so sorry
You’re on fire
I mean, really
I don’t know where it came from
I’ll go get some water.
Such a mean man
Such a mean man
Monster
Such a mean man
Such a monster.
Such a mean man
Such a mean man
Monsterous
Such a mean man
Such a mean, mean man.
I don’t feel like I’m angry
But maybe I am
If it’s true,
I’m the last to know.
Does the beast skulk around
Jotting injuries down?
I’m amazed
Every time he blows.
I’m so sorry
You’re on fire
And sincerely
I don’t know why I did that
I’ll go get an ambulance.
Such a mean man
Such a mean man monster
Such a mean man
Such a monster.
Such a mean man
Such a mean man
Monsterous
Such a mean man
Such a mean, mean man.
It’s too damn dumb to get
So, so furious
Going all nuclear
Is so injurious.
With things we think are said
So often in our heads
That going postal guarantees
Misunderstandings spread.
So forgive if you can
What I can’t understand
And hang tight if you dare to dare
I’ll be sweet and relaxed
‘til the drop of the axe
And the pain spatters everywhere.
I’m so sorry
You’re on fire
And so clearly
I don’t know how it happened
I’ll go find a doctor.
Such a mean man
Such a mean man monster
Such a mean man
Such a monster.
Such a mean man
Such a mean man
Monsterous
Such a mean man
Such a mean, mean man.
Such a mean man
Such a mean man monster
Such a mean man
Such a monster.
Such a mean man
Such a mean man
Monsterous
Such a mean man
Such a mean, mean man.