Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill
It's sadder than it probably sounds
He gets lovely the more he's ill
Don't od on him now

Dressed as a woman with horrible hair
And singing to the birds in town
Who goes walking through traffic out there
Don't od on her now

Oh, is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

Married to me is a hungry son
Who wants to push me from the 2nd floor
We're so disco we can't get on
In this world anymore

Oh, is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag
It's sadder than it probably sounds
So fucking what if he's licking the bag?
Don't od on him now

Oh, is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?