From the Album: * Lovesweat You walk into the room - with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say: Who's that man You try so hard but, you don't understand Just what you'll say when you get home Because somethin' is happenin' here But you don't know what it is - Do you - Mister Jones? You raise your head - and you ask. Is this where it is? And somebody points to you and says it's his And somebody else says Well what is And you say Oh my God - am I here all alone? You hand in your ticket - And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you - When he hears you speak - and says - Now does it feel to be such a freak And you say "impossible" as he hands you a bone Bridqe: You have many contacts - Among the lumber jacks To get you facts when someone. Attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you - To all give a check to the tax-deductable Charity organizations - Aah - you've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have discussed Leppers & crooks - you've been through all of their Scott Fitzgeraid books - you're very well read. It's well known Well the sword swallower - he comes up to you And then he kneels - he crosses himself And he clicks his highheels And without further notice - he asks you How it feels - And he says: Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan! Now you see this one - eyed midget Shouting the word "Now" - And you say For what reason - and he says How And you say: What does this mean And he screams back - you're a cow Give me some milk or else go home Well you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be made to wear earphones
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