The Waist and the Knees

Cozify with the lip-tied mind Beckmann's by the enlistment line Got to be small when target times come Got to be smart while acting dumb Son I think your learning don't seem right Sleep under the floor at night Feeling sicko hang on Sloop John Ugliest trip I've ever been on We'll follow those dreams we're going to have each Small and literal, well within reach And not a sicker fantasy dreamed of No excuse for love Trade all the forward brain for a needle of novocaine Going to be reconciled and when they give you an inch You'll take the inch with a smile Going to get hold and no one leaves Going to get cold and most will freeze Going to get folded into threes Until you bend at the waist and the knees Oh pal Joey, we're losers we know It's written on our hair and clothes We've seen the rings of smoke through the trees (In my thoughts I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking Ooh, it makes me wonder)* We're how all the words go Ollie and Stan for all seasons we know I couldn't face this heaven alone Agreement made this day with the undersigned, no one twisting his arm... Company shall be referred to as 'special friend,' and Shall not be held Liable for moneys owed the retired vaudeville performers guild or the American operatic wire recording archive society, and Shall not be held Liable for loss due to theft, misplacement, impulse Buying, poor sportsmanship, Birth of multi-headed infant, hubby red-faced after Bizarre weight-loss Ritual, it shall be remembered by the undersigned, no One wins by being Unreasonable Over the ceiling rain And no place left that I know to drain Cutting the signal flow You can dress as you like there's still no place you can go Going to get hold and no one leaves Going to get cold and most will freeze Going to get folded into threes Until you break at the waist and the knees Fire across the temple and out the rear, motor skill And low muscle stopped, No one knows how to make it stop I hope I can wake up