When I go swimming. In your intellect. The water's so shallow. And the dialect is so phony. But I eat it up like bologna. I can't get enough. . Well, I, I, I, I should end it.
Ohhh Ahhh.... . There's a man outside my door tonight. He cries for help, he sings a pleadin' song. The times are tough for everyone. Gotta hold on to what I got, and just kinda cruise along.