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