Hey, you say you like the way the cowboys tip their hats and say
"How's it going Ma'sm."
But your never quire clear if their glares are sincere
or really only just secondhand
To you it's all roses it's a lavender haze
The man is a marvel, but it's a shame about his brains
But that's okay you say, "He's got straight teeth, and it's good sex."
You look to the sky you look to the man
You claim innocence and not to understand
Or do you
Do you?
There's a big man wearing a white suit and patent leather shoes
He wants to take his monkeys to see the kids at the zoo
'Cause the gypsy at the corner said "Hey, mister, you can't lose."
And it's your first day on the track you feel that heat on your back
We all want to find a way to beat the system
Find some rhythm in the madness
Get down on your knees and pray
Say, "I'll do whatever you want, God
Just let me have my way."
Or will you
Will you?
Bridge
Come on all you married men, rattle your cry
Dance with the devil for tomorrow will surely
Hey, hey, blow the men down
You with all your cigarettes and cool stares
Filled with blank glares and loaded regrets
Just like the girls today with nothing to say
No more pigtails and pony rides
They're sophisticated, they sip on lattes
And have their eyes on a bigger prize
We shake our fists and say, Well good golly we're mad,
That God would kill children with our very own hands."
We claim innocence and not to understand
Or do we
Do we?
Bridge
Come on all you married men, rattle your cry
Dance with the devil for tomorrow will surely
Hey, hey, blow the men down
Blow the men down
Hey