I want to say: It's my second hand wonder, a thing that recovers the doubt Slim door, Like a rainstorm, you've got to do what you want and say it It's of my design assembled at the cut Slim door, It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel You go down, down, down, down Slim door, It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel You go down, down, down, down Harness your hopes to the folks with the liquor with the ropes, Red, red ropes, periscopes They've got everything will ever need stored under the chair Simmer, simmer, simmer down Simmer, simmer, simmer down Don't waste your precious breath explaining that you are worthwhile Simmer, simmer, simmer down Simmer, simmer, simmer down Be patient and I'll let you see my Carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill, It's time to get me off of the ground, The wicket keeper is down Hey little boy, would you like to know what's in my pocket or not It's no ploy, it's no gimmick, It's the chance of a lifetime to see Something that's never seen by mere mortals except me And myself And sweet I, so what do you say? Would you like to play 20 questions with me? A little, little Christian lie, A little, little Christian lie Debating if it's time to drop the bomb on you, my dear A little, little Christian lie, A little, little Christian lie Let's get down to brass tacks and start it A carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather A carrot rope, feed my thrill, I got beat by weather Carrot rope, feed my thrill It's time to get me off of the grounds The wicket keeper is down, The wicked keeper is down And he gets me off of the grounds Leg
