You slept in your overalls 

After the wrecking ball 

Bereft you of house and home 

And left you with sweet fuck-all 

So we got in your car 

With our kickabout hearts 

And we hollared out 'sweet clementine' 



Tell your mom to marry us 

A candle to carry us 

With cans on our bicycle fenders 

So sweet and hilarious 

And we'll find us a home 

Built of packaging foam 

That will be there 'til after we die 



And, I'll play the clarinet 

Use clamshells for castinets 

We play with our bags on our shoulders 

My sweet lady lioness 

And I watch as you sleep 

So indelibly deep 

An I hum to you sweet clementine