Some Awful Men

Some awful men are good for a good story But the men don't end when the story man dies The tune sung is sad, a bell tolls in the morning And i somehow am standing despite myself It's one awful daybreak, in one awful town And some awful man was skirting around And he ruined my morning, knocked over my coffee And i somehow am standing despite myself And to my surprise i'll grow And to his surprise he'll grow And to our surprise we all grow to superhuman size Some awful men As soon as they're able Will trick you once with their storyman lies It's one awful trick in one awful bed Where some women wander, despite themselves And to her surprise she'll grow And to his surprise he'll grow And to our surprise we all grow to superhuman size And who are you? Who are you? Who in size?