Madam, I Challenge You to a Duel Lyrics
| Song | Madam, I Challenge You to a Duel |
| Artist | They Might Be Giants |
| Album | Glean |
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| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
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