And the moment [bad word] [bad word] returns
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
And for once in your life you've got nothing to say
And could this be the time when somebody [bad word] To say, "Look at yourself, you're not much used to anyone"

Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
And you [bad word] to this, and you [bad word] to that
And when you saw it [bad word]  it was waving the flag
Of the United States of Calamity, hey!
After all that you've done, boy, I know you're going to pay 

In the morning [bad word] to the ladies' salon
To get all [bad word] out for The Paperback Throne
But the people are living far away from the place
Where you wanted to help, your a bit of a waste
And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
"There's a lot to be done while your head is still young"
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
Then the moment [bad word]  and the memory will shine

Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
Then you go to the place where you've finally found
You can look at yourself sleep the clock around