Love is a rose but you better not pick it
It only grows when it’s on the vine.
A handful of thorns and you’ll know you’ve missed it
You lose your love when you say the word “mine”.
Settle down into the clickety clack
With the clouds and the stars to read
Dreaming of the pleasure I’m going to have
Watching your hairline recede [My vain darling]
Who cares if you’re so poor you can’t afford
To buy a pair of mod-a-go-go stretch elastic pants?
There will come a time when you can even
take your clothes off when you dance
You raise up your head and you ask, “Is this where it is?”
And somebody points to you and says, “It’s his”
And you say, “What’s mine?” and somebody else says, “Well, what is?”
And you say, “Oh my God, am I here all alone?”
He’s just a hero in a long line of heroes
Looking for something attractive to save
They say he rode in on the back of a pickup
And he won’t leave town ’til you remember his name
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey’s on the moon)
I can’t pay no doctor bill.
(but Whitey’s on the moon)
Ten years from now I’ll be payin’ still.
(while Whitey’s on the moon)
I looked at every fiesta
For you I wanted to greet
Maybe I’d sell you a chicken
With poison interlaced with the meat
Intimacy and affection, frozen
In this game of chance, I forfeit
Full hand of love with no counters
Like a moth with no flame, to persuade me
Like blood in the rain running thin
While you stand on the inside looking in
Michael Jackson in Disneyland
Don’t have to share it with nobody else
Lock the gates, Goofy, take my hand
And lead me through the World of Self