Lockhart does not miss me like he said a thousand times
There best not be a pigeon over there
Born again my left foot, I've seen saner men than you
Camp and eventually crumble
Camp and eventually crumble
Camp and eventually crumble just like you will soon
Don't call me the ex-treasurer, it does not mean a thing
You best not come crawling back to plea
And don't my darling shiver when your fur collection fleas
Because who in their right mind could love you
Who in their right mind could love you
Who in their right mind could love you, certainly not me
And do not change a thing
You just don't have the capacity to make those little critters sing
And I don't have the time
To get this leaking faucet off my mind
And Lockhart does not love me, I guess I should face the facts
He told me he would never disappear quite like that
If the forest catches fire or the hares all up and go
How long in this town would I last
How long in this town could I last
How long in this town would I last until everybody knows
And since there's no one left in this town, I'm going down
Where the clingers and the cats hang out
And soon I'll be crowned the king of the horses
Or the king of the torches
When I pay off my mortgage I will be better off
So flock hard, Lockhart