It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling, "No!" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seat with the clearest view And she's hooked to the theatre stage But the play is a saddening bore For she's lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools As they ask her to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh, man, look at those laymen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh, man, wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life in the woods? It's on England's tortured brow That Sir Galahad has grown up a cow Now the knights have struck for fame 'Cause Chaucer's on sale again See the mice in their million hordes From Venice to the Scottish hills Our Father is out of bounds To my mother, my dog, and clowns But the play is a saddening bore Because I wrote it ten times or more It's about to be writ again As I ask you to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh, man, look at those laymen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh, man, wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life in the woods?
I didn't know I needed this!
It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the theatre stage
But the play is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh, man, look at those laymen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh, man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life in the woods?
It's on England's tortured brow
That Sir Galahad has grown up a cow
Now the knights have struck for fame
'Cause Chaucer's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Venice to the Scottish hills
Our Father is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the play is a saddening bore
Because I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh, man, look at those laymen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh, man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life in the woods?
I think it's telling as to how good the song is that I didn't need to make many changes outside of verse 2.