They Might Be Giants Lyrics
"Hate the Villanelle"

Don't hate the villain, hate the villanelle
With these picky rules and odd jigsaw rhymes
Curses, these verses are my prison cell
At school, I ran from the very first bell
The teacher's ruler, those maddening chimes
Don't hate the villain, hate the villanelle
Joking in class, oh, the words I misspell
Mumbles and stammers, but are those real crimes?
Curses, these verses are my prison cell
If someone could hear, for someone to tell
But friends have all fled to faraway climes
Don't hate the villain, hate the villanelle
I solve this puzzle, but tumble through Hell
These words are fractions when I needed primes
Curses, these verses are my prison cell
My hand disappears as I wave farewell
This gentlequicksand turns into hard times
Don't hate the villain, hate the villanelle
Curses, these verses are my prison cell