Tekster: Honeydogs. Cut Me Loose, Napoleon.

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

Find 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
But everybody knows
With your Ringling brothers make up on your trapeze
Everybody's scratching from your circus fleas

Find your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail
You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail

And if I can't ignore you
I'm getting happy for 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
I'm getting happy for you

And if I can't ignore you
I'm getting happy for you
I'm getting happy for you