My back is broken... but I feel fine.
I might need surgery - but my friend, I feel perfectly divine.
If you were to ask, "How is it such a thing could be?"
Well, I guess I'd have to answer that, "Nobody else is me."
My shoulders hurt, and when I lift my arms I feel the sharpest pain.
That brings such joy to me, and so you think the boy must be insane.
If you wanna' know the secret why my back is in a crook -
it's that ever since that we met, I've been packin' Linda's books...
and I cannot wait to slip a disc tomorrow, 'round 'bout quarter after three.