Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on   And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong   When the girls are looking on   When the girls are looking on   If you tied my hands and put chains on my feet   I can picture myself walking down any street   Telling pople that I meet   Looks like rain to me   Every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven   Alone cuz my girl leaves at seven ain't got time for my bedn'in   She said stop pretendin' you're not JOhn Lennon   Will I ever get over this   Having tasted your lips with a kiss   You can cross me off your list   Take these cuffs from off my wrists   And drop your fists   Soon as I'm well I'm gonna leave my house   Become more of a man and less like a mouse   Drive my car down south to the Mississippi's mouth   In the gulf of Mexico I'll get soused   Every girl I made in the shade of Esplanade   I've saved in a song that I play when I'm afraid   Of a full scale air-raid   From the choices that I've made   When I heard the news about the union dues   And how each time I lose no matter which door I choose   I put on my walking shows   And I just cruised (and you know I got bruised)   It was fun while it lasted until it was blasted   Right out of the water and into fantastic   Now he feels shafted and she's already past it   She's like elastic and he's so spastic