Now somewhere between the plastic dog
And the 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
Gypsy was held the 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
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
[Incomprehensible] 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
When the gypsy flew into her web and
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?
She knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
She knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
She knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
She knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
She knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
She knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living