where were you when i was still kind just a water treader waiting on the line just a dry gin drinker
master and a hound turned a circus swinger look, he's coming down... down
can you shake it up just once for me your little globe just so we can see the snow blowing round your hands
and the wing-nut turned the song that we both know sent us flying round the carnival you can throw all your lucky coins on me
on me...
