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