There, caught in her snare
And slicing a pear
She said "do you dare"
She lifted her dress
And as I said "yes"
Up popped a soothsayer
"beware, beware or you'll end like that man
Who played the bassoon
He succumbed to her charms, with his last breath
He uttered "bazoom"

She said "don't listen to him
I knew him when he looked just like you"
And I swallowed her lie
I said not to cry
She said, "I never have to"
There was nothing to stop us
Except for the ghost of her spouse
She took off her clothes
I pretended to be doctor Faust

Somehow raising my plow
She said "not now
Can't we just be friends?"
Then, shedding her skin
I met her twin
She said, "don't come again"
But leave your wheelbarrow
just in case a piece of the sky
Falls into my lap
I want something to remember you by

Soon, I left her room
And licking my wounds
I got drunk at the bar
And when it got dark
I drew stars for her heart
but they were too far
And when I awoke on my pillow
Was her billet doux
"Je ne suis plus pas contraire de toi
Je t'aime, que pease tu"

Words and Music by David Massengill © 1980 Bowser Wowser Music