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

 SM: Harness your hopes to the folks 
 with the liquor with the ropes,
 Red, red ropes, periscopes
 They've got everything you 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 grounds,
 The wicket keeper is down

 SM: 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
 Spiral: Except me
 Mark:And myself
 SM: And sweet I, so what do you say?
 Would you like to play 20 questions with me?
 SM: 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 wicket keeper is down
 And he gets me off of the grounds