Well, I'm in a mess, and I need a friend

I've been thinking about success and how the story might end

But with the friends like these, who needs enemies?

They been lurking around

I see them coming down

And here comes Mr. Flutter

He and Mrs. Dread, well, they love each other

Gonna build a haunted house

Be my father and mother

They're tying the knot in the middle of my gut

And they both want kids, so there's one in the oven

They picked out a name

He's called Little Nothing

I think he was born to be my kissing cousin

He's pulling the chain in the middle of my brain

It's time to write a song, but I don't have the words

And the kids need a doctor, but I'm not insured

And my wife, she looks pale

She got the check in the mail

And it's not the amount we were thinking about

I got a Friend on high, and He feels my pain

But I still got this dust flowing through my veins

And I wanna have faith, and I wanna know grace

But it's hard to break through when the rent's overdue