I got me a complication. And it's an only child. Concern my reputation. As something more than wild. I know it serves me right. But I can't sleep at night. I have to hide my face. Or go some other place. No!. I won't cry out for justice. Admit that I was wrong. Stay in hibernation. 'Til the talk subsides and gone. My social life's a dud. My name is really mud. I'm up to here in lies. I guess I'm down to size. To size. I can't seem to talk about. The things that bother me. Seems to be what everybody has. Against me! (ooh! ooh! ooh! yeah!). Now here's my situation. And how it really stands. I'm out of circulation. I've all but washed my hands. My social life's a dud. My name is really mud. I'm up to here in lies. I guess I'm down to size. To size. Talk talk. Talk talk. Talk talk. Talk talk.