He was a man who loved his dog
and he sold fly traps on the weekend
A mean old lady was his mother
but he let her by the gates anyhow
always talking up to proses
my poetry man he could be
A corporate lawyer by the week
Nothing says get better like the girl
washing all those dirty pans
trembling kisses
A liar in a band
he was a man who loved his dog
selling fly traps on the weekend
Nothing and no body could argue
could argue
could argue
And the birds fly over his head
blue birds trapped in a line
Nothing and nobody could argue
in a field of flies and dirty pans
he was the man with a plan
Shaggy hair
and worked in clothes
taken mermaids for dates
And nobody could argue..