deserted on friday after noon   last words hung in the air   like faint perfume       on the night before sunday   all through the flat   not a conscience was stirring   just roaches and rats   and the wallpaper clung to   the kitchen with grease   while the magnets held her   picture to the 'fridgerator-freezer   momma's cookin' chicken and   i'm not chokin' on a wishbone   overblown ego's in checkmate   sore loser, using what the gods gave out       lovers on earth can't understand   i don't fit their universal plan   i've been to the stars and back again       send me no sympathy   i'm staying down   deep in my solitude   where i can drown   on a hot summer sunday   and here in the park   i'm laughin' on grass   without a guitar   and the girl's in brooklyn   hugging all the trees   in a backyard garden   i'll never get to see   lovers on earth can't understand...       on a hot summer sunday   and here in the park   i'm laughin' on grass   without a guitar       lovers on earth can't understand   i don't fit their universal plan   i've been to the stars and back again   take me there