I'm sitting on the toilet with my sunglasses on   Wondering what you are up to   This hotel's got bathroom telephones   But I don't want to interrupt you      You might be painting your nails   With your hot curlers on, each one a different color   Or listening to that Beach Boys, 'Sailing' song   Sloop John B or another      Ethylene, my Ethylene   My love for you is just obscene   My deer you dress, my fish you clean   But you are nowhere to be seen, my Ethylene      Now you could bag your limit with a bow and arrow   Yeah you could skin a cougar in the dark   Well I thought we were walking down the straight and narrow   How'd we ever drift so far apart      I put eighteen wheels on this road to nowhere   And you disappeared right up in the hills   Like smoke up a chimney, girl, I go there   Yeah, in my dreams I visit you still      Ethylene, my Ethylene   My love for you is just obscene   My deer you dress, my fish you clean   But you are nowhere to be seen, my Ethylene      You're a good girl   Oh yeah, I guess      Some men will drive to the edges of nothing   So they can take a peak at the great abyss   Some men avoid love, like it was a plague or something   So they can leave the seat down, when they piss      I miss that crocheted thing you kept on the Kleenex box   I miss my feet on your cold linoleum floor   Sippin' hot coffee after makin' love till daybreak   Well, Ethylene, a fool would ask for more      Ethylene, my Ethylene   My love for you is just obscene   My deer you dress, my fish you clean   But you are nowhere to be seen      My Ethylene, my Ethylene   My love for you is just obscene   My deer you dress, my fish you clean   But you are nowhere to be seen   My Ethylene, my Ethylene, my Ethylene