I have a friend
His name is Mr E
Yesterday he ate my chocolate bar
And drank my cup of tea

He enters my room through the window
And moves my things around
He hides before I can see him
but I surely know he was there

My room is a hot burning bonfire
from Midsummer’s Eve
So I hide some oxygen under my bed

To protect myself from Mr E
from Mr E
I have to protect
protect myself
from Mr E

Oh, Mr E, I saw you on TV the other day
you were wearing
a bizarre tie and a fancy suit
Tu avais de la classe but I know who you took them from
Oh, Mr E

My girlfriend tells me you don’t exist
But I’m sure I had pointed my gun at you
You’ve left some blood on my keyboard