Lyrics

My sweetheart is a yogi The painter's still asleep I'm stuck here in Muskogee This man's in trouble deep The president's head is played The garbage is pilin' up The schoolyard kids are playin I'm on my second Coke Next door to me The neighbor's bangin Don't make me a bug We're goin' to a hangin' Oh, honey please, won't you come? The dancin' sweetheart's smokin' Mercury is higher I'm scared to death but fallin' Now Jupiter, it's on fire I wish I had a dollar For every dream I've had The cat took off her collar Now I need to calm her down Next door to me Guitars are playin' You can hear them strum We're goin' to a hangin' Oh, honey please, won't you come? It's called a crime of passion It's called a circus trial The media teeth are gnashin' While wearin' that anchor's smile I still can't face the ocean The desert burnt the coast I wish I had some lotion I feel like a piece of toast Next door to me Bells are ringin' Goin' to death and to jump They're goin' to a hangin' Oh, honey please, won't you come? Oh, honey please, won't you come? Oh, honey please, won't you come? Goin' to a hangin'