Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking

when I said I'd like to

smash every tooth in your head

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking 

when I said by rights you should be

bludgeoned in your bed

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt

now I know how Joan of Arc felt

as the flames rose to her Roman nose

and her Walkman started to melt

Bigmouth, bigmouth 

bigmouth strikes again 

and I've got no right to take my place 

with the human race

Sweetness, oh sweetness.