In my dreams I have seen
Tales beyond the extreme,
In the land of the obscene
Some find shelter
God gave back his sanity clause
- get your friend a dress with claws
And holes to show the flaws
- Oh, he's writing another lovesong
Pardon me, I don't wanna see,
Siamese centerfold's buzzing me
Oh no, I don't wanna know
No siamese freakshow, no
Mummy nun, policeman stunts
Clockwork writing hard-on songs
And curly tales with nothing on,
- Maybe Im getting old
Don't wanna know where it's done,
Don't wanna know what songs they've sung,
Just wanna wake up and be happy
That I'm still young
Pardon me, I don't wanna see,
Siamese centerfolds buzzing me
Oh no, I don't wanna know
What's going on below
Downstairs at the siamese floorshow
Pardon me, I don't wanna see,
Siamese centerfold's buzzing me
Oh no, I don't wanna know
No siamese freakshow, no
I've never felt such great distress
But the lowest crime can become success
Who else would call them lover, say?
Who else would put their back so straight?
But oh, the girl she said she came for the dancin'