Yon: Okay, let's just set the scene in a hospital.    Scod: Mip... mip... mip...    Gatesy: Frankel the mouse is there, on the bed.    Scod: Mip... mip... mip...       Gatesy: I've forgotten everything,    In my little mouse-sized bin.    In a county hospital,    With a tiny bandage round my head.       Yon and Scod: You've just got a broken ankle,    Snap out of it, Frankel.       Scod: Images are coming back to me,    When I close my eyes I see.    How I got my injury,    'Cause I attempted beastiality.       Yon and Gatesy: Frankel, it's your past you're seeing,    You tried making love to a human being.       Tripod: Frankie, all the things you could have been,    That it's now impossible to be.    Now you'll never realise your dream,    To be a world champion at frisbee.       Gatesy: (Playing air guitar) Ne-ne-ne-ne-nl, ne-ne-ne-ne-nl...    Ne-ne-ne-ne-nl, neoww...    Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl... two handed... nl-nl-nl-nl-nl...    Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl... there's usually a really self-indulgent Kirk Hammet solo...    Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl...       Scod: Yeah, but there's usually an instrument!    Gatesy: That's true, there is.       Yon: Now I'm back in walking therapy,    And they're saying, "Bend your knee, Katie, bend your knee".    But my name is not Katie,    And I'll never throw a fuckin' frisbee.       Gatesy and Scod: Luke Skywalker, look at him,    He saved the galaxy with a prosthetic limb.       Tripod: Frankie, all the things you could have been,    That it's now impossible to be.    Now you'll never realise your dream,    To be a world champion at frisbee.       Scod: Memories flying at me,    Like plastic sperm on a really weird keyring.    It's my future I see,    A lonely life of writing parking fines,    But life is fine.       Tripod: But Frankel, you're a mouse, don't be silly,    Even with all four limbs you couldn't play frisbee.    But Frankel, you will always have your dreams,    'Cause anything is possible, you see...