I think Wednesday and I should have a little chat (Oh).
With my wife to my left and my daughter to my right
any thought of my escaping must be scrapped
I could choose, sing the blue
but no matter what I do's
I'm trapped, trapped, trapped
Like a boat in a lock or a cukoo in a clock I'm trapped
Like a corpse in the ground or like theatre in the round I'm trapped
I could cry, I could lie I could simply up and die
But I fear the dice I've rolled have finally crapped!
Should I beg?
Should I rage?
N.C.
How can I keep a secret from the woman I adore?
The bitter breeze that keeps me here and coming back for more!
She stokes the Addams fire she harbors each desire
I'd never tell her lies but when my daughter cries
How can I be expected then to turn the other cheek?
Should I not be her hero 'stead of sniviling and weak?
I'll pick the route that's true tell me what I must do!
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Sould I gripe? Should I groan? Would I rather pass a stone? Trapped
Wife gone wild, Crazy child Little me unreconciled I'm trapped
If I'm wrong, I'll be strong and we'll try to get along
Or I'll fail, have to bail show my coffin to the nail
if I napped, if I snapped maybe dinner would be scrapped!
Then I wouldn't be-
Trapped!
Trapped!
Trapped!