He's made of sand   Not flesh and not bone   He's as good as the seeds he's sown   But he loves you so   Like no one else you know could do   Put your wedding dress on      On the tip of my tongue   As the back beat cracks   I hit my drum   I get into the car   My interrogation starts   It's in the passenger seat   There's a torn up mess of tangled leads   And a golden ring   Glimmerin' at her feet      And the beat it goes on      She got she   Got dressed up   She got dressed up   [X2]      And the beat it goes on      Is he quick on his feet   Does he ever look past you on the street   Is he ever on time   When he's getting home at night   In the opposite side   Every argument keepin' every night   Is it what you accept   Is there anything that's left      And the beat it goes on      She got she   Got dressed up   She got dressed up      And the beat it goes on      She got she   Got dressed up   She got dressed up      Beat will go on   Yeah the beat will go   For the king and the pot   Yeah the beat will go on   [X2]      Beat will go on   Over land over still   Out of the garden and over the hill   [X2]