I got rags in my pants from waiting
for the answer
to why oh why you have to leave me now
it's a terrible shock at twelve o'clock
in the changing of the year
ain't that a human reason
not to let it out

You're indispensable so please
treat me like your squirrel
he may run but his ladyboss never will
I do anything to keep me on the rack
with my head burried in your back
is there any wish you want to see fulfilled

I love you more than a neighbour
loves his neighbours
more than a sailor on the land
he loves the sea
more than our king loves his skinny senora
though he wished she'd
bear him children two or three