I would not try to break ties with me
'cause I'm the only man who will ever love you.
You're plain as the wall,
And ugly as the stool
Where I rest my feet.
And loyal as the dog
Who wanders off
To howl at the moon.
But the girls at the Clip-n-Curl
Are talking about a man
With a rose in his coat
With your name on the stem.
They say he came in on the midnight train.
They say he combs his hair with Vaseline.
They say I've got horns growing out of my brain.
They say he came and swept you off your feet.
And now he works downtown with his hands
With dead fish on his fingers
And your foul breath in his lungs.
I wonder where he came from,
And I wonder where you hide him
And I wonder how you love him
And I wonder where I'll find him.
I would not try to break ties with me.
The girls at the Clip-n-Curl,
They're talking about a man
With a rose in his coat
With your name on the stem.
They say someone came and swept him off his feet.
They say he combed his hair with Vaseline.