Madam, I Challenge You to a Duel - They Might Be Giants

I am a man of honor and I am mortified

By your litany of slurs

Such a lot of words

Oh dear

Madam, I challenge you to a duel

My second warned you to be careful

That bell can’t be unrung

Madam, you mistake me for a bumpkin

It’s clear you’re yelling something

Oh, please don’t burst a lung

You are an unfit rival

By spirits taught to sing

But a tune so twisted now

Like all that’s sweet’s gone sour

Oh dear

Madam, you mistake me for a fool

Yes, your little dog may hold the pistols

Although he seems high strung

Madam, I challenge you to a duel

My second warned you to be careful

That bell can’t be unrung

Can’t be unrung

Can’t be unrung