when youre down in the rubbish 

looking for some of my old songs 

well dont expect me to 

come out and watch you perform 

when youre riding on my coattails 


put the pen to the contract 

and youll never come back 

youll be pushed into the back of a van 

with a bag around your head 

im the boy that you lept (looked?) on 


and as im waltzing through the graveyard 

to the ballad of the toadeaters 

well our lawyers cant decide 

if you are riding on my coattails 


this is the ballad of the toadeaters