I'd shave my face into clark gable's But i wouldn't be at my best I do my talking at coffee tables I like a setting sun in the west Now don't you hate it when people are not what they seem I love it when water doesn't turn into steam My breed is a melancholy one I'm skinny and slow with a hairy chest I only want the hole in one I like a setting sun in the west Now don(t you hate it when you waste your brain playing games I love it when people just sound like their names I try to open my red blue eyes Always on time at least I like my songs alphabetized I like a rising sun in the east Now i love it when night falls on hoboken It will fall again, truer word was never spoken