The pain in my head is never-ending
Only matched by the pain in my teeth
My body aches from all the bruises
Broken bones add their quota too
Cuts and gashes weep my blood
Ruptured spleen is not so good
I tell you I donít feel too well
In fact I feel like bloody hell.
Agonising only increases the pain
Talking about it makes it worse
If only I had a magic wand
To make someone lift this curse
I tell you it wasnít my doing
Itís all dreadful mistake
A case of mistaken identity
I kept on saying it was not me.