Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill; it's sadder than it probably sounds
He gets lovely the more he's ill don't o.d. on him now
Dressed as a woman with horrible hair and singing to the birds in town
Who goes walking through traffic out there, don't O.D. on her now

Oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

Married to me is a hungry son who wants to push me from the second floor
We're so disco we can't get on in this world anymore

Oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag; it's sadder than it probably sounds
So fucking what if he's licking the bag, don't O.D. on him now

Oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?