| In rented tuxedos the guests will arrive, | |
| Smiling and smoking, chewing and choking. | |
| Women in their favorite shoes, dark disturbing thoughts, | |
| All of them together making trips to the bathroom. | |
| Black eyed Susans and chilled potatoes, | |
| High balls and low, a pinch in the punch. | |
| Invisible to mirrors you fly around the room, | |
| Tell me the password and then I bring you fire?. | |
| Chorus: | |
| So get up off the floor and play with me some more. | |
| Come down to my side and tell me green-eyed lies. | |
| We'll find a magic spell to turn this muck to gold. | |
| Well promises don't grow on trees. | |
| Playing the weedgee board in front of the fire, | |
| It told me to do unspeakable things. | |
| Mixed in a cocktail of muddled emotions, | |
| Slinky and winky, stinky and drinky. | |
| Chorus. | |
| They made me dance, they made me sing, | |
| The boring little bible, a dreary dibble dabble. | |
| The bustle and vanity, the hustle and insanity, | |
| Clowning and towning, drowning and frowning. | |
| Chorus. |
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