...And Carrot Rope

I want to say

It's my second hand wonder

A thing that recovers the doubt

Slim door

Like a rainstorm, you've got to do

What you want and say it

It's of my design assembled at the cut

Slim door

It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel

You go down, down, down, down

Slim door

It's all right to shake, to fight, to feel

You go down, down, down, down

Harness your hopes to the folks

With the liquor, with the ropes

Red, red ropes, periscopes

They've got everything you will ever need

Stored under the chair

Simmer, simmer, simmer down

Simmer, simmer, simmer down

Don't waste your precious breath explaining

That you are worthwhile

Simmer, simmer, simmer down

Simmer, simmer, simmer down

Be patient and I'll let you see my

Carrot rope, feed my thrill

I got beat by weather

Carrot rope, feed my thrill

I got beat by weather

Carrot rope, feed my thrill

It's time to get me off of the ground

The wicket keeper is down

Hey little boy, would you like to know

What's in my pocket or not?

It's no ploy, it's no gimmick

It's the chance of a lifetime to see

Something that's never seen by mere mortals

Except me

And myself

And sweet I, so what do you say?

Would you like to play twenty questions with me?

A little, little Christian lie

A little, little Christian lie

Debating if it's time

To drop the bomb on you, my dear

A little, little Christian lie

A little, little Christian lie

Let's get down to brass tacks and start it

A carrot rope, feed my thrill

I got beat by weather

A carrot rope, feed my thrill

I got beat by weather

Carrot rope, feed my thrill

It's time to get me off of the grounds

The wicket keeper is down

The wicket keeper is down

He gets me off of the grounds