| Now somewhere between the plastic, dog eared flaps of the kitchen screen door | |
| Rests a little gypsy moth, it got burned out from the war | |
| It was a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon | |
| The gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon | |
| Now somewhere between the dog food and the moth in the kitchen screen door | |
| I fell in love with the gypsy, so I signed up for the war | |
| It was a big one, the moth that is, she was the size of a baby raccoon | |
| I pulled down the plastic prison walls and we danced in the light of the moon | |
| (Chorus) Well she knows nothing at all about life | |
| Now she knows everything about living | |
| She knows nothing at all about life | |
| Yeah, she knows everything about living | |
| She dipped and swirled and dove and twirled | |
| And danced in celebration | |
| We won the war of the kitchen screen door | |
| And the gypsy's liberation | |
| It was a big one, the victory, and the sun gave way to the moon | |
| Well we got drunk and she thanked me, and then we drank all afternoon | |
| Now somewhere between the back porch and the yellowed light of the moon | |
| Waits a widow even wonders on a Sunday night in June | |
| It was a big one, the spider that is, and she never even batted an eye | |
| The gypsy flew into her web and I thought | |
| You know, sometimes it might be difficult to walk the street blind when you're half in the bag and three sheets to the wind so to speak' but to fly? | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (repeat Chorus) |
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