Well the man upstairs has learned it from his wife,
But the man downstairs has got trouble in his life.
The man upstairs don't notice what is wrong,
Every time he sees his neighbour singing that same old song.
Big Muff,
Get away with your powder puff,
Lord knows you're trying to kill me.
Big Muff,
Get away with your terrible stuff.
God knows you're killing me.
This thing is dangerous,
I tell you it's serious,
No need to be envious,
It's bigger than both of us.
Big Muff,
Can't you see that I had enough,
Lord knows you're trying to kill me.

Well, the man downstairs has moved away for good,
Like the man upstairs always knew he would.
The man downstairs has moved and gone away,
And a girl upstairs every night can hear him say:
Big Muff,
Get away with your powder puff,
Lord knows you're killing me.
Big Muff,
Can't you see I've had enough,
God knows you're stifling me.
It's like an allergy
With no apology
It's saps my energy,
Most caterempously.
Big Muff,
Can't you see that I've had enough,
God knows you're stifling me.
God knows you're stifling me.
Oh lord knows you're trying to kill me.