By getting in a fight
Maybe falling down some stairs, a step or flight
For whatever reason, you've developed a need
Or a tendency to limp
You've become a gimp

Broken, sprained or strained
All are valid
Below the knees there is pain
Go to the hospital and they say to you
"Crutches: those will do"
Don't be scared; you're not alone
We're all gimpies too!

Chorus:
I'm a gimp!
I'm a cripple!
I'm pathetic; I'm invalid
I use crutches, I walk slow.
Maybe I broke my toe.
Or my leg, now I limp
And so they call me "gimp"
You know I'd rather start walking again today.

So maybe that's the case
One day walking will be safe in every place
But until that day let's try to be more careful
And not trip over ourselves
As awkward as it is, people always want to help.

Chorus again

Just when you thought, life couldn't get any worse
Suddenly you are a cripple
Stairs have become your worst enemies
And ice packs are your best friends

Chorus again

I'm a gimp
I'm a freak
Why give crutches to the meek?
Simple movements now cause pain
Forget walks in the rain!
Pain, ice, pain
Ice some more.
At least no blood or gore
In 6 to 8 more weeks I will not be a freak!