Want to see Connie, Connie
 Wants to see me, Connie
 Cause I hate my body
 And I love hers
 Gotta see Connie, Connie
 Has to know me, Connie
 What a silly idea
 But I love her
 Silly boy's feeling really bad
 And is creeping out of the land
 Trying to escape
 From the sun
 I think I've said enough
 I cry and I laugh
 Considering the both
 Sides of my luck
 Some say I'm hiding a gun
 Buried in the sand
 When I've only got a love
 In my hand
 (What a silly idea)