Oh woe is I,
Oh woe is I.

You call for your friend, but she's not,
The thieving, decieving, Burnice.
You stare through the lamplight, 
So dim on the campsite,
Unlikely, precisely, Burnice.

Beware the destruction she reaps,
Don't stand in the path of her wrath,
Yes, it's a disaster that you can't think faster,
The afflicted, evicted, Burnice.

Oh woe is I, 
Oh woe is I.

You cannot explain how it was,
The restless, majestic, Burnice.
You talk all alone,
About all that is known of
The frazzled, bedazzled, Burnice.

Some say your mom's been transplanted,
But you know deep inside you're enchanted,
Your hand is unsteady, your eyelids rest heavy,
Breathtaking, heartbreaking, Burnice.

Oh woe is I, 
Oh woe is I.