When you made me a sandwich
I’ll admit I was quite pleased
And a thick wedge of cheese
But the secret ingredient
Is now flooding through my veins
And you’ve decided to flee
But I’m leaving you a note
Begging you to get in touch
‘Cos you’ve got the antidote
And if I called you a moron
Then I feel I was provoked
Because you’ve got the antidote
And my face is turning green
In the region of my spleen
Overall, I’d say I’m feeling