The ambulance sirens rang As they wheeled her to the stand Feathered, tarred And handcuffed to a stretcher The doctor's diagnosis Was multiple sclerosis An open and shut Hopeless fucking case The wheels of justice turned Till the tyres were bald and burned And when they's all adjourned I asked myself Am I un H A P P Y? Does a new born baby cry? Did Elvis really die? And I said to myself Self, is wrestling fixed? Am I un H A P P Y? Does a new born baby cry? Did Elvis really die? Did Little Red Riding wear a hood? Did the three bears shit in the woods? Was Humpty Dumpty fat? Does the Pope wear a funny hat? Is wrestling fixed?