Oh, take me to the place
Where the Queen Anne's lace runs wild
Down some country bend
I'm sick of New York again
Oh man, I've got it bad
I'm like Ahab, I'm in love
Such a dirty thought
For the one fish I never caught
It's all been written, they say
Like a school play in the gymnasium
So you can tell Don DeLillo
He's got a fine sense of humor
This fever might last forever
You and me, kid, we should stick together
Take me to some bull fight
In white and gold tights and a purple cape
I'll do just fine
I've got victory on my mind
Molly Johnson's, down your stairs
Always dyin' her hair like she's on the run
If you ever escape, I could use a little change in pace
This fever might last forever
You and me, kid, we should stick together
Yo-dee-oh-day-hee, Yo-dee-oh-day-hee, Yo-dee-oh-day-hee…
Oh take me to the place
Where the Queen Anne's lace runs wild…