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



Find 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 sunglasses in a bar

But everybody knows

With your Ringling brothers make up on your trapeze

Everybody's scratching from your circus fleas



Find your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail

You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail



And if I can't ignore you

I'm getting happy for 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

I'm getting happy for you



And if I can't ignore you

I'm getting happy for you

I'm getting happy for you