Can you treat it like an oil well When it's underground, out of sight? And if the site is just a whore-sign Can it make enough sense to me? Pretend the table is a trust-knot We'll put our labels down, favors down I'll watch a yarn of twine unravel And you'll never get it back It's what I want (it's what I want) It's what I want (twine comes down) It's what I want (it's what I want) Don't you know I could make a try? Make a try, make a try, make a try I've been crowned the king of it And it is all we have, so wait To hear my words, and they're diamond-sharp I could open it up, and it's up and down Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh It's what I want (it's what I want) I'll see you beg like a little dog (ball and twine) Don't you know that it's what I want? (It's what I want) I'll see you beg and it makes you dry Make me dry, make me dry, make me dry I've been down, the king of it It's all we have, I've been down And I could wait to hear the words They're diamond-sharp today Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair Do you think it's gonna make him change? "I'm just a boy with a new haircut" And that's a pretty nice haircut Charge it like a puzzle Hit men wearing muzzles Hesitate you die Look around, around The second drummer drowned His telephone is found Music scene is crazy Bands start up each and every day I saw another one just the other day A special new band I remember lying I don't remember a line I don't remember a word But I don't care, I care, I really don't care Did you see the drummer's hair? Advertising looks and chops a must No Big Hair! Songs mean a lot when songs are bought And so are you Face right down to the practice room Tension and fame's our career Career, career, career, career, career

Well, you mesmerize me Stop criticizing me You know, I'm solo that way And I'm heading for the Cape I'm on a raft, can't turn back Stimulate the open chords I'm on a raft, can't turn back (Louder!) You're an ocean of honey Painfully funny, yeah And the tears that you grow are coming up early I'm on a raft, can't turn back And you stimulate the open chords Rats, in the bath, of the shaft (Louse) You're a Nestea splash Sunkist two-thousand class All the towelers of thongs And a heavy, line, oh Down the golden groves All around this funky place Damn, damn, damn all the 49ers

Doctor's leaving for the holiday season Got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab And in the parking lot is the Sedan he bought He never, he never complains when it's hot He sold a swollen daughter In a sauna playing contract bridge They're soaking up the fun or doing blotters, I don't know which Which, which boys are dying on these streets I know the medical world could knock you out To sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday Dine by candle light and hold your savings tight You never, you never know when the bridge falls apart We spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes and the bedside morale We traipse around the table talking sentences so incomplete Please, plea, boys are dying on these streets

Harness your hopes On just one person Because you know a harness Was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes You'll end up with molasses Cauterized in syrup And syrup and molasses And I'm checking out the asses The assets that attract us To anything that moves We're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake the rations Cause someone's gonna cash in The plot it turns again The reference starts at ten Well show me A word that rhymes with Pavement And I won't kill your parents And roast them on a spit And a-don't you try to etch it Or permanently sketch it Or your gonna catch a bad bad cold And the freaks have stormed the white house I moved into a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay It's oh so far away Far away from the beginning The shroud is made of linen The yearling took the purse The goth kid has a hearse Heart-breaking Earth-quaking Kiwis they are home baking Minds wide open truly Leisure A leisure suit is nothing It's nothing to be proud of In this late century And I'm asking you to hold me Just like the morning paper Pinched between your pointer Your index and your thumb It's a semi-automatic Believers are ecstatic You see the way they cling The cold metallic sting And I'm living in a coma For Donna de Varona The harness made of hopes The lovers on the ropes Nun is to church As the parrot is to perch And my Heart's Wide open Truly