Yon: Okay, let's just set the scene in a hospital.
Scod: Mip... mip... mip...
Gatesy: Frankel the mouse is there, on the bed.
Scod: Mip... mip... mip...

Gatesy: I've forgotten everything,
In my little mouse-sized bin.
In a county hospital,
With a tiny bandage round my head.

Yon and Scod: You've just got a broken ankle,
Snap out of it, Frankel.

Scod: Images are coming back to me,
When I close my eyes I see.
How I got my injury,
'Cause I attempted beastiality.

Yon and Gatesy: Frankel, it's your past you're seeing,
You tried making love to a human being.

Tripod: Frankie, all the things you could have been,
That it's now impossible to be.
Now you'll never realise your dream,
To be a world champion at frisbee.

Gatesy: (Playing air guitar) Ne-ne-ne-ne-nl, ne-ne-ne-ne-nl...
Ne-ne-ne-ne-nl, neoww...
Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl... two handed... nl-nl-nl-nl-nl...
Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl... there's usually a really self-indulgent Kirk Hammet solo...
Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl...

Scod: Yeah, but there's usually an instrument!
Gatesy: That's true, there is.

Yon: Now I'm back in walking therapy,
And they're saying, "Bend your knee, Katie, bend your knee".
But my name is not Katie,
And I'll never throw a fuckin' frisbee.

Gatesy and Scod: Luke Skywalker, look at him,
He saved the galaxy with a prosthetic limb.

Tripod: Frankie, all the things you could have been,
That it's now impossible to be.
Now you'll never realise your dream,
To be a world champion at frisbee.

Scod: Memories flying at me,
Like plastic sperm on a really weird keyring.
It's my future I see,
A lonely life of writing parking fines,
But life is fine.

Tripod: But Frankel, you're a mouse, don't be silly,
Even with all four limbs you couldn't play frisbee.
But Frankel, you will always have your dreams,
'Cause anything is possible, you see...