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