Come on little Merry, why don't you come clean?
We know you are the sprinkles, on Pippin's Ice cream.
Are you a little lady, or a boy that's gender bent ?
Is this a little query?,...............or pure estrogen?,

Because,
In the midnight hour,
We cry more, more, more.
I'm in hell, we wan't more, more, more.
In the midnight hour (babe), more, more,more.
Were in hell,(AHHH!) tell us more,more more,
More, more,more.

Take me back home when,
Malcomb & Billy used to write about food.
or a every day, a giggle , used to change our mood.
(Owwww!)

Come on little Merry, why don't you come clean?
Pip can you convince her, to do the right thing.
We are all in wonder, and need to go on.
I don't want to be reading, more William Tong songs!
(whoa-ahh!)

Because, in the midnight hour,
we don't want no more.
I'm in hell,
don't wan't no more.
(Owww!)
In the midnight hour, don't want no more.
I'm in hell, and don't want no more.
More, more, more.