harley, steve
you give me valentine
think you're a writer
you hit the ceiling
now you're a fighter
you dance a tap
you look like a plumber
you flash a smile
become a summer
are you a summer?
you grow a daffodil
then you're a gardener
you pick a few chords and now you're wagner
you play a trick on me
think you're magician
you dance the bump
babe
you cause collision
see
a collision
i'm a carpenter
carpenter
i'm a woodchopper
yeah
hey
pop star
you make the chart once
they call you star kid
you play snap
you're the cincinnati kid
you shake your rhythm stick
they adore you dan in chelsea
you beat the slot machine
you think you're wealthy
are you wealthy
ooh?
you make a fascist stance
you're this year's model
anybody knows boy
it's all a doddle
it takes a lawyer
boys
a month to mail yer
we've all gone mad
no sense of values
ooh
you've been a fickle lot since time immemorial
the lunacy stems
i'm sure
from editorial
but pay me no heed
i'm just accusatorial
but that's the way it is
i'm sorry y'all
woodchopper
oh i'm a woodchopper
yeah yeah yeah yeah