If you see the fire-eater's wife
Mmmm...
Tell her I heard what she said that night
What would this world be like
What would this world be like
Without nasty girls,
Without woman words
Without hot little ones
So the baker's wife told me
I gotta find the monkey-tree
And mmmm...
Hey...
Hey...
She's a beauty queen
My sweet beanbag in the street
Take it down out to the laundry scene
Don't know why she's in my hand
Can't figure what it is but
I lie lie lie again