Lyrical help from Ben Cubbedge

Walkin' down the street

All the girls I see

Well they don't mean a thing

This girl she drives me insane

Ain't no ifs, ands, or buts, this girl she really drives me nuts

That's Molly

She makes me swallow my hands

And set fire to my pants

Makes me sit on rusty knives

And eat sour cream without chives

Ain't no ifs, ands, or buts, this girl she really drives me nuts

That's Molly

improvised funk/dance/scream thing

She makes me listen to Phish

And but my hair on a dish

Makes me say pneumonia wrong

And she made me write this stupid song

Ain't no ifs, ands, or buts, this girl she really drives me nuts

That's Molly

Ain't no ifs, ands, or buts, this girl she really drives me nuts

That's Molly