Song parody of
Tripping Over Trepidation
by Will Verhulst
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Is there something going on here
Because something seems to be amiss
I can't quite put my finger on it
Why don't you tell me exactly what it is
I sense a certain self-consciousness
Is that a tell-tale hesitation
Some lingering indiscretion perhaps
Some imminent fabrication
What is this ominous undercurrent
Hovering overhead
That palpable desire to be somewhere
Almost anywhere else instead
As long as we're tripping over trepidation
I can understand if you'd rather not say
But if you like, I can put you in touch
With a someone who knows someone who can make it go away
So did you inadvertently stray
Away from the straight and narrow
Are we talking crimes or misdemeanours
Are we talking transgressions by the wheelbarrow
Did someone tell an unimpeachable lie
With some irksome implication
Has the official secrets act been breached
Should we anticipate interrogation
Everybody's got a dirty little secret
They'd rather didn't see the light of day
A mucilaginous bit of circumstance
That simply will not go away
A particularly sticky situation
Perchance, a little static cling
And then there's guilt by association
That old self-adhesive worrisome thing
One should never miss out on an opportunity
To create a state of confusion
Don't let a trifle like believability
Stand in the way of your personal delusion
The truth and nothing but the truth
That's an open-ended conversation
And a lie why a lie is nothing more
Than an alternative explanation
Everybody's got a sorry story
Everybody's got a tale to tell
Everybody's got a personal heaven
Everybody's got a personal hell
And who among us isn't looking for cover
Who isn't seeking shelter from the rain
Who isn't in the market
For a little something that will ease the pain
Show me to that secret garden
Where the blameless abide
Then tell me that the keeper of the gate
Isn't getting a little something on the side
Uh oh, did I unwittingly disclose
The non-disclosure agreement that we just signed
Not to worry though, we'll soon be outta here
Just make the secret dollar $ign
Is there something going on here
Because something seems to be amiss
I can't quite put my finger on it
Why don't you tell me exactly what it is
I sense a certain self-consciousness
Is that a tell-tale hesitation
Some lingering indiscretion perhaps
Some imminent fabrication
What is this ominous undercurrent
Hovering overhead
That palpable desire to be somewhere
Almost anywhere else instead
As long as we're tripping over trepidation
I can understand if you'd rather not say
But if you like, I can put you in touch
With a someone who knows someone who can make it go away
So did you inadvertently stray
Away from the straight and narrow
Are we talking crimes or misdemeanours
Are we talking transgressions by the wheelbarrow
Did someone tell an unimpeachable lie
With some irksome implication
Has the official secrets act been breached
Should we anticipate interrogation
Everybody's got a dirty little secret
They'd rather didn't see the light of day
A mucilaginous bit of circumstance
That simply will not go away
A particularly sticky situation
Perchance, a little static cling
And then there's guilt by association
That old self-adhesive worrisome thing
One should never miss out on an opportunity
To create a state of confusion
Don't let a trifle like believability
Stand in the way of your personal delusion
The truth and nothing but the truth
That's an open-ended conversation
And a lie why a lie is nothing more
Than an alternative explanation
Everybody's got a sorry story
Everybody's got a tale to tell
Everybody's got a personal heaven
Everybody's got a personal hell
And who among us isn't looking for cover
Who isn't seeking shelter from the rain
Who isn't in the market
For a little something that will ease the pain
Show me to that secret garden
Where the blameless abide
Then tell me that the keeper of the gate
Isn't getting a little something on the side
Uh oh, did I unwittingly disclose
The non-disclosure agreement that we just signed
Not to worry though, we'll soon be outta here
Just make the secret dollar $ign
