You?re so of a child suspended in space

Crying out to you

Beckons you to yet another fine place

Where the trials of life are few

Don?t think you?re living long

Who says you are coming on

They won?t remember you

The rent is always due

The cloudy men who take their place

And stand in line they do

Know not of the satin face

That separates them from you

Just put your blue jeans on

Grab your guitar and sing a song

Don?t think I?m kidding you

The rent is always due

And she rides a broom with gold-plated straw

And she flutters around and she cries

The brylcream fools just standing on

Digesting all her lies

But then you walk along

And she starts coming on

Beneath her melting broom

The rent is always due