When youre down in the rubbish   looking for some of my old songs   well dont expect me to   come out and watch you perform   when youre riding on my coattails     put the pen to the contract   and youll never come back   youll be pushed into the back of a van   with a bag around your head   im the boy that you lept (looked?) on     and as im waltzing through the graveyard   to the ballad of the toadeaters   well our lawyers cant decide   if you are riding on my coattails     this is the ballad of the toadeaters