LYRICS:
Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme
And verse and curse those faults in me
And then along comes Mary
Does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memo-ri-eeees
Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations
No one ever seeeeees
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup is as sweet as the punch
Boppa-do-wah

When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks
Whose sickness is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks
Make jokes as who is most to blame today
And then along comes Mary
Does she want to set them free and let them see reality
From where she got her na-a-ame
And will they struggle much when told that such a
Tender touch as hers - Makes them not the sa-a-ame
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup is as sweet as the punch
Boppa-do-wah - Boppa-do-wow

And when the morning of the warning's passed
The gassed and flaccid kids are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
And then along comes Mary
Does she want to see the stains - The dead remains
Of all the things she left the night before-ore-ore
Or will those vacant eyes reflect the lies,
And make them realize - Their urgent cry for sight-no-more
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch.....
Sweet as the punch.....
Sweet as the punch.....
Sweet as the punch