( verses ) just caught the unfulfilled moon spying on your left shoulder with a trickle in his crater reminds him, his life's growing colder met in this same lot one June after those other prom princes followed you 'round the new Rulers ask you what aisle the cream rinse is kind'a funny cause ol' boys all wrasslin' team head shaven 'bout likely to cover girl's chilled shoulders as pawn off their floor tickets to Iron Maiden ( chorus ) once your Father pulled me outta my third time in line at Chester's Blue Biscuit with a strong arm thin as a hitchin' homesick Hank Williams dime gotta hand it to that Pop a yours my tenth year Father in law "What's bluer than any biscuit? Gone before sixty. Grand Kid first meets you hung on the guest bedroom wall." ( verses ) Honey, so cheers to us and many future decades to Aisle Seven cream rinse to strip all inklings of missteps... this twenty eight year old geezer due ta make Mr. Moon flashes a half yet ancient understanding smile wraps up in jet vapor, guess to stay warm 'least for a next four point three billion little whiles ( repeat chorus )
