They Might Be Giants Follow

Mr. Horrible
Mr. Horrible
Telephone call for Mr. Horrible
But before he can talk to the ugliness men
there's some horrible buisness left
for him to attend to:
something unpleasant has spilled on his brain
As he sponges it off they say:
"Is this Horrible?
Is this Horrible?
It's the ugliness men, Mr. Horrible
We're just trying to bug you
We thought our dreadfulness
might be a thing to annoy you with."
But Mr. Horrible says, "I don't mind,
the thing that bothers me is:
Someone keeps moving my chair".
"Would you mind if we balance
this glass of milk
where your visiting friend
accidentally was killed?
Would it be okay with you
if we wrote a reminder
of things we'll forget to do today otherwise,
using a green magic marker, if it's alright,
on the back of your head?"
But Mr. Horrible says, "I don't mind,
the thing that bothers me is:
Someone keeps moving my chair".