Hey, You Say You Like the Way the Cowboys Tip Their Hats and Say, "How's It Goin' Ma'am?" / But You're Never Quite Clear If Their Glares Are Sincere / Or Really Only Just Second-hand

To You It's All Roses / It's a Lavender Haze / the Man Is a Marvel / But It's a Shame About His Brains / But That's Ok / You Say, "He's Got Straight Teeth and It's Good Sex."

You Look to the Sky / You Look to the Man / You Claim Innocence and Not to Understand / Or Do You, Do You?
There's a Big Man Wearing a White Suit / and Patent Leather Shoes / He Wants to Take His Monkeys to See the Kids At the Zoo / 'cause the Gypsy On the Corner Said, "Hey, Mister You Can't Lose."

And It's Your First Day At the Track / You Feel That Heat On Your Back / We All Want to Find a Way to Beat the System / Find Some Rhythm in the Madness / Get Down On Your Knees and Pray / Say, "I'll Do Whatever You Want, / God, Just Let Me Have My Way." / Well Will You, Will You?

Come On All You Merry Men / Rally Your Cry / Dance With the Devil For Tomorrow We'll Surely.... / Hey, Hey Blow the Men Down

You With All Your Cigarettes and Cool Stares / Filled With Blank Glares and Loaded Regrets / Just Like the Girls Today With Nothing to Say / no More Pigtails and Pony Rides / They're Sophisticated / They Sip On Lattes and Have Their Eyes On a Bigger Prize

We Shake Our Fists and Say, / "Well Good Golly, We're Mad / That God Kills Children With Our Very Own Hands."
We Claim Innocence and Not to Understand / Or Do We, Do We?

Come On All You Merry Men / Rally Your Cry / Dance With the Devil For Tomorrow We'll Surely... / Hey, Hey Blow the Men Down / Blow the Men Down / Hey