End of the World

All the women and men i've ever known Have troubles that they want to call their own They think they're gonna die someday And they struggle to keep the thought away But it's always been the end of the world And i'm in love with a beautiful girl Me, i think about a girl, and how she's pretty When death comes to me and says, "are you ready?" My answer will be very simple, i guess It'll start with an y and end with an s My baby does a lot of things She can't fly for lack of wings Oh but she whams, she bangs, she ding-a-lings My baby she does a lot of things She's always around, she follows me My baby's like a little monkey She's really tiny, she's easy to feed, oh Oh My baby's a bit like a mosquito