I dreamt I saw Lucy Bogan last night With a mouth like an open sewer And so goddamn horny She climbed a mountain Just to f** an echo And I saw a fighter pilot Small as a gecko Named Billy Bishop Sometimes I swear From my lips to god's ear I do what I can So shut up And die like a bluesman I dreamt of Marlowe and Faust Before waking up next to Marcel Proust Remembered things from the past And John Wilkes Booth in a cast Saw Paul Bunyan with Babe His blue ox and ol' brer fox Who hollered, run, rabbit, run And sometimes I swear From my lips to god's ear Look back in sorrow, not in rage A gilded cage is still a cage I dreamt I saw Doc Watson last night Pedro Hodges and Frog Green too I dreamt of princes in towers And Richard the Third, the great big turd But hey you gotta sin If you want to be saved The paths of glory lead but to the grave And sometimes I swear From my lips to god's ear He's the kinda guy I hear Who cheats at solitaire I dreamt of Colonel Mustard last night In the kitchen with a spanner Singing the Star Spangled Banner And Francis Scott was off key But it didn't matter to me Cause I went a-fishing With Vinegar Joe & Bobby Lee Sometimes I swear From my lips to god's ear When I'm feeling randy I'll give you something to cry about And it won't be candy