I never went to the tropical island

Though everybody said they saw me there

And it wasn't me you punched a hole in

At the West German protest march

Simultaneous events don't happen

We are isolated temporally

And a part is never called a whole thing

Though it bothers it to know it's so

Every man is made of two opinions

Every woman has a second half

And it's samba time for Tambo and

Weep day for Urine Man

I didn't write the words you hear me singing

I didn't sing the line before this one

You were not the one I was addressing

That person took a train to Africa

Where he met the consulate from Belgium

Who is now a hermit in a cave

Who is pitching for the Oakland Raiders

Striking out the batter she became