Here is a limb that catches the eyes Mister, I am trouble, I am Flies and sings and catches the sun Ripples talk, ripples remember There's a cage in the town There's people don't know I'm around There's a threat in the sound The girls are understanding And they'd truly like to say Keep a rugged profile And you're rolling in their hay The boys have grown to like you And they closely watch your game If only they were older Then they'd surely do the same Take a look in my traveling bag Mister, I am trouble, I am Work and run and breathe things slow Ripples talk, ripples remember There's a cage in the town There's people don't know I'm around There's a threat in the sound Deformed man hits small town Sex jokes and innuendo, a murder