Why don't I ever see any old punks
I guess they change their minds or die
Beaten by the greeting of "enchante"
From the girls who read Oscar Wilde
Well I was always one of a serious sort
But I let the comic show me around
No he didn't laugh much but boy did he try
And over time I grew frightened of the sound

Now I searched the needle
And I bide my time
And I waited patiently
For offstage lines
The things that you put by
Aren; t easily won
And your favorite songs of Texas
Are the ones you can't hum
So hide all your daughters, buckle your sons
Cause we'll sure be skewering your insides
We'll be having all the fun

By the time she found me the indians had crowned me
The king of acoustic guitar
I couldn't play too well I would hurt like hell
From the callous, the blister, the scar
She was the epitaph of fashion hoarding love like rations
We'd be digging til' we found bone
I still couldn't find a line I still couldn't keep time
But it was better than being alone

Now I searched the needle
And I bide my time
And I waited patiently
For offstage lines
The things that you put by
Aren; t easily won
And your favorite songs of Texas
Are the ones you can't hum

Now I searched the needle
And I bide my time
And I waited patiently
For offstage lines
The things that you put by
Aren; t easily won
And your favorite songs of Texas
Are the ones you can't hum
So hide all your daughters, buckle your sons
Cause "loose lips sink more than ships"
Will be the headline that runs

Leave your car at the station
Take the train into town
You see we don't solve your problems here
We just work a way around

We just work a way around
We just work a way around
With the lost and found
We just work a way around
We just work a way around
We just work a way around
With the lost and found
We just work a way around
We just work a way around
We just work a way around
With the lost and found
We just work a way around
We just work a way around