You know that girl Diane?
Well, she makes me feel like a trash can
Like a dog, I howl at the Moon
Diane, she’ll be leaving me soon
She’ll leave me alone with my fears
My fears and elephantile tears
Was it the devil that split us, or was it God?
Getting over this will be like swallowing a dirt clod
Now I sleep, crying in my bed
Hoping the ceiling falls on my head
Yesterday, a postcard came to my mailbox
When I touched it, I got chicken pox
Little kids are crying in our streets
When I was small, I used to lose at track meets
The sky turned dark in the middle of the day
Please, blue hippopotamus, take me away
Getting over this will be like swallowing a dirt clod
But maybe it could be a seed pod