i will put your panties on the
ceiling fan and let them spin
don't worry, that is only a metaphor
1, two, 3
what do we have in store
okay bring the music down
will it go round in circle
will it spin gold from silk
with little flower patterns
will it make the sailor dizzy
bink bink bink
just a different smile and giggly repose
la tee lathe coffee
sliping into an new story
scotch and water and the ice
we like to call rocks
as in clink clink against the side of the glass
my story is a sad one
my trousers are finally too old
they tear at the slightest touch
they rip when i put them on
and when i take them off
ding dong ding
i gotta find a new protagonist
ramma lamma ding ding
time to move to a travel light girl
i think i will take my pants off
in the privacy of my little abode
near the lake on the village's edge
i'm bored with myself
and my same o same o
rip wrap riff raff, paddy whack
the doggie chews on an elbow
snap crack pop goes the weasel
in the garter belt
the centrifugal force of your
panties in the ceiling fan is
twisting my laughter into a knot
what am i doing, but looking at the lake
when the river has moved on
okay now, okay sport
okay - all together
have a beautiful life / have a beautiful life