Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill it's sadder than it probably sounds He gets lovely the more he's ill, don't o.d. on him now Dressed as a woman with horrible hair and singing to the birds in town Who goes walking through traffic out there, don't o.d. on her now
Oh, is it true what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two?
Married to me is a hungry son who wants to push me from the 2nd floor We're so disco we can't get on in this world anymore
Oh, is it true what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two?
Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag it's sadder than it probably sounds So fucking what if he's licking the bag, don't o.d. on him now
Oh, is it true what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two?
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