Tom Waits: 
One, two, three 

Les Claypool: 
He wasn't looking for fanfare or fame 
But it all cam around just the same 
He then met a girl with desire in her eye 
He gave her love, she took his name 

Martina (background all the time): 
Ooohhh, aaahhh..... 

Les Claypool: 
The times they were good, the times they were bad 
Most times it was just in between 
The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had 
She put on display for all to be seen 

Some find their solace in work or the lord 
She was quite content in her dream 
When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light 
He [bad word] in the bottle of Ol'Jimmy Beam 

One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole 
He reached out for something' to feel 
She offered back bothin' but lack of respect 
So he let himself out with two barrels of steel 

She cried in the day she cried in the night 
She cried loudest when someone was near 
Weather crying for him or she cried for himself 
The bigger the camera the bigger the tear 

Most folks agree she was living a [bad word] 
and publicly she showed her pain 
And never once she was there a thought for herself 
And the ever growing slices of fortune and fame 

Les Claypool & Tom Waits & Martina: 
Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride 
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride 
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride 
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high 
(repeated all over) 

Martina (background): 
La la la la....