Let me be your streetcake 'til your bread man come. I'll give you more sugar than the bread man done. . Let me tell you how sweet I feel. Like Mitch Ratter in the Detroit wheels.
Trash, won't pick it up, take them lights away. Trash, won't pick it up, don't take your life away. Trash, won't pick it up, don't try to take my knife away.
With dying proportion. To the words that we fling around. Make me your king, baby. Make me your clown. . Talk to me, baby. Tell me all the thing that I wanna hear.
It's a big old existential world. Made just for a boy and girl. It requires a thousand eyes. For hidden tears. . Find a room that's furthest from the flames.
I'm so fabulous, you're Las Vegas. You New Yorkers who look nebulous. I'm more fab than all the hipsters on Broadway. . I'm so fabulous, you arriviste.
Something must have happened over Manhattan. Who can expound all the children this time?. Could they ever, could they ever. Expect such a Frankenstein, a Frankenstein.
Pum, pum, pum. A-doo, doo-doo. Pum, pum, pum. A-doo, doo-doo. . I'm a fool for you, baby. That's what it takes to get in your mind. I'm a fool for you, baby.