Harness your hopes on just one person Because of harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molasses Cauterized in syrup its not the declasse And I'm checking out the assets, that attract us To everything that moves, we're deep inside the groove And it's time to check the rations 'cause someone's gonna cash in Jott for the town, the singer lives around Show me a word that rhymes with pavement I will kill your parents and roast them on a spit And don't you try to etch it or permanently sketch it You're gonna catch a bad, bad cold The freaks have stormed the White House I moved into a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay, it's, oh, so far away Far away from the beginning, the shroud is made of linen The pastor got your purse, it's normal but it's hears Nun is to perch, as the carrot is to church And my mind it's wide open, truly (2,3,4) Leisure, a leisure suit is nothing It's nothing to be proud of in this late century And I'm asking you to hold me just like the morning paper Pinched between your pointer, your index and your thumb It's a semi-automatic, believers are ecstatic You go in Tali plan will always hit the steer And I'm living in a coma for Donna de Varona The harness made of hopes, the lovers on the ropes Heart-breaking, earth-quaking Kiwis they are home baking Minds wide o-pen, tru-ly