I want to say:
It's my second hand wonder, a thing that recovers the doubt
Slim door,
Like a rainstorm, you've got to do what you want and say it
It's of my design assembled at the cut
Slim door,
It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel
You go down, down, down, down
Slim door,
It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel
You go down, down, down, down

Harness your hopes to the folks 
with the liquor with the ropes,
Red, red ropes, periscopes
They've got everything will ever need 
stored under the chair

Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Don't waste your precious breath 
explaining that you are worthwhile

Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Simmer, simmer, simmer down
Be patient and I'll let you see my
Carrot rope, feed my thrill, 
I got beat by weather
Carrot rope, feed my thrill, 
I got beat by weather
Carrot rope, feed my thrill,
It's time to get me off of the ground,
The wicket keeper is down

Hey little boy, would you like to know what's in my pocket or not
It's no ploy, it's no gimmick,
It's the chance of a lifetime to see 
something that's never seen by mere mortals
Except me
And myself
And sweet I, so what do you say?
Would you like to play 20 questions with me?
little, little Christian lie,
little, little Christian lie
Debating if it's time 
to drop the bomb on you, my dear
little, little Christian lie,
little, little Christian lie
Let's get down to brass tacks and start it
carrot rope, feed my thrill, 
I got beat by weather
carrot rope, feed my thrill, 
I got beat by weather
Carrot rope, feed my thrill
It's time to get me off of the grounds
The wicket keeper is down,
The wicked keeper is down
And he gets me off of the grounds