[spoken: "Not many people will tell you this...
...but the Grim Reaper wears a bra."]

There's other ways to quench my carnal lust,
Than skinny women with their heaving busts
I'll buy a ferret and I'll live alone,
Forgetting all the chicks that I've ever known --
Become a recluse and a misanthrope,
Live a life completely void of hope.
I'll let my ferret be my means to deal
With all the bullshit women make me feel.
Someday I may become a Panjandrum,
Or perhaps remain an eccentric bum.
I'll cut my ear off, and I'll get your address,
To represent for you what I can't express.

All I could give, so much I devote --
Love's not a union, it's a punch in the throat.
All I could give, so much I devote --
Love's not a union, it's a punch in the throat.

Am I in love, or is my head in a vice?
Are those your freckles, or do you have lice?
For each emotion that you antiquate,
I've got a ferret back at home who waits.
I'm nescient, and I'm love's neophyte,
I'm truly bibulous, I'm bald, and I'm white.
So what's so lacking in my self-esteem?
Love's quite pellucid in a bottle of Beam.
I've got my complex, and you've got your breasts --
They're both related, by my therapist's guess.
You make me dizzy, and you're hurting my head;
I think I'd rather love my ferret instead.

All I could give, so much I devote --
Love's not a union, it's a punch in the throat.
All I could give, so much I devote --
Love's not a union, it's a punch in the throat.

Who shut the lights off? Oh, ferret, that's you
As long as you're up, could you get me one, too?
We'll crank our Leo Kottke and get drunk in the dark,
And cover up with palaver where chicks left their mark.
A ferret's not a weasel, but a female may be;
The two are intertwined when you live like me.
I'd visit myself, but I wouldn't want to stay --
Without a ferret, there's no other way.

All I could give, so much I devote --
Love's not a union, it's a punch in the throat.
All I could give, so much I devote --
Love's not a union, it's a punch in the throat.

There's other ways to quench my carnal lust,
Than skinny women with their heaving busts
I'll buy a ferret and I'll live alone,
Forgetting all the chicks that I've ever known...


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