OH COME, OH COME, I READ THE MANUAL


Oh come, Oh come, I read the manual
But this bicycle won't fit together well
I know I waited 'till Christmas Eve
But I didn't think I'd need a PHD.

Oh. Joyce, Oh Joyce
 Oh, where's that manual
 To me you give this Christmas gift from hell.

How come, how come they never write these well
 A connects to L in manuals 
There's missing parts, a bolt and a wing 
And what the heck is this small rubber thing?

Oh Joyce, Oh Joyce
 Oh, where's that manual
 Give me the matches, see if it burns well.

Come on, come on and pay the man the bail 
And ransom captive dad from jail 
He got so mad he blew a fuse 
His rampage through the store was on the news.

Oh, Joyce. Oh Joyce That man's not very well
 He wants to do some damage to Mattell.