[00:15.12](brooker / reid)[00:15.42]My amazon six-triggered bride[00:22.26]Now searching for a place to hide[00:27.24]Still sees the truth quite easily[00:33.81]But shrouds all else in mystery[00:43.89]While madmen in top hats and tails[00:47.40]Impale themselves on six-inch nails[00:58.68]And some arabian also-ran[00:59.37]Impersonates a watering can[01:00.03]Some santa claus-like face of note[01:23.40]Entreats my ears to set afloat[01:29.37]My feeble sick and weary brain[01:39.51]And i am overcome with shame[01:45.06]And hide inside my overcoat[01:48.12]And hurriedly begin to quote[01:51.39]While some arabian sheikh most grand[01:57.90]Impersonates a hot-dog stand[03:19.59]The red cross ambulance outside[03:26.73]Can only mean that i must hide[03:27.36]'til dusk and finally the night[03:39.93]When i will make a hasty flight[03:41.88]Across the sea and far away[03:49.98]To where the weary exiles stay[03:56.73]And some arabian oil-well[04:02.01]Impersonates a padded cell