You've more clumsy than most men
You're more klutzy than you need
Tripped over a cordless phone
You sometimes forget how to breathe
You were born really ugly
And the doctor slapped your mom
You hygiene's loved by the demons
Trained to jinx every one

God of blunder and reckless soul
The curse you're under
Will slowly repel you from every other soul

You have a home in the wastelands
Your brain will slowly congeal
Your high dorkiness will please me
And I command you to trip
Because you're a

God of blunder and taking a toll
The curse you're under
Will slowly repel every single girl

You are the lord of vast waistbands
A modern day man of mistakes
I'd rather have you avoid me
And I command thee not to break
My stuff, you're the
God of blunder and large pitfalls
The jinx you're under
Will slowly rob you of your dignified soul