Clump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally motionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into clump's pajamas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas

She’s clump, she's clump
She’s in my head
She’s clump, she's clump, she's clump
She might be dead

Clump lingered last in line for brains
And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane
Small thing's so sad that birds could land
Is clump fast asleep or rocking out with the band?

She’s clump, she's clump
She’s in my head
She’s clump, she's clump, she's clump
She might be dead

Clump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Clump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
Life limped along at subsonic speeds

She’s clump, she's clump
She’s in my head
She’s clump, she's clump, she's clump
She might be dead

Is this clump out of my head?
I think so