When the fields are cracked and dry

and all the crops are dead

Don't tell me that it's raining,when you're peeing on my head

I've got reliable sources giving me a clue

They're the tired horses that are dragging you

Found your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail

You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail





Saw you out last night sunglasses in a bar

Everybody knows. . .

With your Ringling Brothers make-up on your trapeze

Everybody's scratching from your circus fleas

Found your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail

You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail





And I can't ignore you

I'm getting happy for you

You took my breath away now

I want it back

Don't say I'm in the red when I'm in the black

And if I can't ignore you

I'm getting happy for you