where were you when i was still kind
just a water treader
waiting on the line
just a dry gin drinker

master and a hound
turned a circus swinger
look, [bad word] down…
down

can you shake it up
just once for me
your little globe just so we can see
the snow blowing round your hands

and the wing-nut turned
the song that we both know
sent us flying round the carnival
you can throw all your lucky coins on me

on me…