We'll come out of this with a new precaution
The seamstress will save us all! Would God give his seat up for you?
She don't have a soul, she got software (Megaphone effect?)
You gotta be shitting me
You can't be serious
This ain't Hollywood
And you're no Brando
I can't see sunshine
You're just a phone call away
This ain't happening
Sitting all alone, lonely as a cloud
Lonely as a cloud.
One could blame me, like god in drag
Farriers ain't shoe-ins, you know? Would you like some tea?
I don't have a care, I got soul, baby (Megaphone effect?)
You gotta be shitting me
You can't be serious
This ain't Hollywood
And you're no Brando
I can't see sunshine
You're just a phone call away
This ain't happening
Sitting all alone, lonely as a cloud
You gotta be shitting me
You can't be serious
This ain't Hollywood
And you're no Brando
I can't see sunshine
You're just a phone call away
This ain't happening
Sitting all alone, lonely as a cloud
Lonely as a cloud