Before my lover   Turns out that blend of Clooney's body and Chomsky's mind   I don't know what I'm in for failures   I don't know how many times I'm to back the wrong horse      Before my partner   Declaims latin poetry in that mellow whitetoothed voice   I don't know what I'm in for errors   I don't know how many times I'm to back the wrong horse      When my last hour,   Chimes in, urging me to leave my lover's side   I hope it will be a failure   I hope it won't be that guy with the Chomsky mind   Latinversin' me goodbye.