W. S. D.

Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill, it's sadder than it probably sounds He gets lovely the more he's ill, don't O.D. on him now Dressed as a woman with horrible hair and singing to the birds in town Who goes walking through traffic out there, don't O.D. on her now Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you? Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two? Married to me is a hungry son Who wants to push me from the second floor We're so disco we can't get on in this world anymore Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you? Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two? Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag It's sadder than it probably sounds So f**king, what if he's licking the bag, don't O.D. on him now Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you? Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two? Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you? Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two? Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you? Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two? Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you? Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two?