Levy When the fields are cracked and dry and all the crops are dead Don't tell me that it's raining,when you're peeing on my head I've got reliable sources giving me a clue They're the tired horses that are dragging you Found your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail Saw you out last night sungla**es in a bar Everybody knows. . . With your Ringling Brothers make-up on your trapeze Everybody's scratching from your circus fleas Found your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail And I can't ignore you I'm getting happy for you You took my breath away now I want it back Don't say I'm in the red when I'm in the black And if I can't ignore you I'm getting happy for you