My sweetheart is a yogi 
The painter's still asleep 
I'm stuck here in my scoggie 
The smell is in trouble deep 
The president's head is played 
The garbage is pilin up 
The schoolyard kids are playin 
I'm on my second 
Coke Nick's goin' with me 
The neighbor's bangin 
Don't make me a bug 
Nick's goin' to a hangin' 
Oh, honey please, won’t you come? 
The dancin' sweetheart's smokin' 
Mercury is higher 
I’m scared to death but fallin' 
Now Jupiter is on fire 
I wish I had a dollar 
For every dream 
I've had The cat took off her collar 
Now I need to calm her down 
Nick's goin' to me 
Guitars are playin' 
You can hear them strum 
We're goin' to a hangin' 
Oh, honey please, won't you come? 
It's called a crime of passion 
It's called a circus tribe 
The media teeth are nashing 
While wearin' that anchor's smile 
I sure can face the ocean 
The desert burnt the toast 
I wish I had some lotion 
I feel like a piece of toast 
Nick's goin' to leave 
Bells are ringin' 
Goin to death and to jump 
We're goin' to a hangin' 
Oh, honey please, won’t you come? 
Oh, honey please, won’t you come?