Woke up in the cold,

My drinking glass full of rain

Billy Graham’s voice

And envelopes everywhere

Don’t send me the evil eye,

You know it doesn’t work through the mail

 

Christmas lights in June,

W e’ve got no lamps anywhere

Pennies in a jar,

A stack of cents on the shelf

We don’t give a damn about

Your mojo hands, we go

 

La, la, la la la la…

 

Candy apple sticks,

And empty bottles of Seltz

The bible in the sink,

A lawyer under my bed

The hours keep on stomping just

Like hazy giants in here

 

Woke up in the cold,

My drinking glass full of rain

Billy Graham’s voice

And envelopes everywhere

Take me down to Coney Island,

Kick me off the pier, I’ll go

 

La, la, la la la la…

 

Cover me in plastic jewels

And sell me to the freakshow, yeah

Wrap me up in cellophane

And leave me there to sing, I’ll go

 

La, la, la la la la…