Madam, I Challenge You to a Duel

I am a man of honor and I am mortified

By your litany of slurs

Such a lot of words

Oh dearMadam, I challenge you to a duel

My second warned you to be careful

That bell can't be unrungMadam, you mistake me for a bumpkin

It's clear you're yelling something

Oh, please don't burst a lungYou are an unfit rival. By spirits taught to sing

But a tune so twisted now

Like all thats sweet's gone sour

Oh dearMadam you mistake me for a fool

Yes, your little dog may hold the pistols

Although he seems high strungMadam, 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