Thin and unshaved,
Drunk and mysterious
Oh, I must sa-ay
Lifestyle is curious
With a little touch of the sniffles
And filthy socks
Gnawed, crumbled fingernails
Never doing tomahawk chops
A flaky he-ad
Dandruff is distinguished
Lacquer is re-d
Va-in is the varnish
What is at the root of this
She'll say, whatcha got
What participle do you possess
She'll say, which I have not
One blustery da-ay
We rode out
To the Meadowlands
We saw and were ama-zed
Then hauled it back into town again
Mississippi is a mess sometimes
And not only when it rains
How come you went back to that malaria island
'Cause our friendship is strained
Those were the days
When you were so cosmopolitan
These are the da-ys
My letters they're so maudlin
I wrote you an eloquent postcard once
About this most exquisite onion soup
But of course I never mailed it though
'Cause it was your turn in the loop, loop oh ah
Those were the days
When you were so cosmopolitan
These are the da-ys
My letters they're increasingly maudlin