All the dreams you're having   You stole them all from me   I was having dreams like that   Back in 1973      Groovy Boo is banging the ivories   In his ancient overcoat   Stuffing all his rage and anger   Down that old piano's throat      Accidents will happen   That's what accidents are for   Accidents will happen   And an accident is just an accident      I walk through the swinging door   See my old girl Mabel   Her jawbone hits the floor   And her eyeballs roll around the table      In a clever act of misdirection   I manage with some finesse   To scale the ladders in her stockings   And creep into her dress      Accidents will happen   We've all had 'em many times before   And coincidences are just accidents   Nothing less and nothing more      I come around when she expects it the least   She always looks so strange and tragic   She comes on like some juju priest   Laying down her own brand of magic      She tells me that she'll be true   She ain't the type to keep her promises   I used to be down with the faithful man   Now I'm hanging with the doubting Thomases      'Cause accidents keep happening   This old world was born from one   There are servants they don't govern   And I don't put too much faith in them      Well, let me tell you a little more about Mabel   She is shaped like an inverted (?)   I roll out my tongue when she walks past   Fix her with my famous jelly-eyed stare      Her husband is a Cro-magnum man with a magnum   He recites the second amendment (?)   Well, accidents will happen   I'm hoping one might happen to him      We're accidents waiting to happen   You know they'll be happening for all time   While you're having yours   I'll be having mine      Maybe you and I will get it together   You and I, we will get in together   You and I, we will get it together   You and I, we will get it together