A nice heart and a white suit and a baby blue sedan

And I am doing the best that I can

All the eunuchs, they were standing in rows

singing, "Please stud us out just as fast as you possibly can."

Sad song, last dance and no one knows who the band was

And Henry, you danced like a wooden Indian

Except this one mattered and I felt it had a spirit

And I shot the story because I didn't hear it that way

And it's hard to be a human being

And it's harder as anything else

And I'm lonesome when you're around

And I'm never lonesome when I'm by myself

And I miss you when you're around