They plough the fields together

In all types of intemperance

Our bones cracked in unison

Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement

You know what he is

And probably still is

[He's picking] his colors

To whatever new mast there is

But our agreement is over

I thought we had some kind of agreement

But with you it was just prurience

You're addicted to excitement

I am just knocked down with your

And you're sitting on my back fence

But I thought we had an agreement

Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement

Your brain is software

Your brain is Game Boy

It's filled with excretement

And your short-term memory

Will fleetingly remember

Our gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement

Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement

Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement