I never went to the tropical island  Though everybody said they saw me there  And it wasn't me you punched a hole in  At the West German protest march  Simultaneous events don't happen  We are isolated temporally  And a part is never called a whole thing  Though it bothers it to know it's so  Every man is made of two opinions  Every woman has a second half  And it's samba time for Tambo and  Weep day for Urine Man  I didn't write the words you hear me singing  I didn't sing the line before this one  You were not the one I was addressing  That person took a train to Africa  Where he met the consulate from Belgium  Who is now a hermit in a cave  Who is pitching for the Oakland Raiders  Striking out the batter she became