Oil Lamp for the Gas Man

Wear the head scarf around your neck
Roll the ends of your corduroy jeans
Tell me all you'll soon forget
When the sun comes screaming
On the new-born breeze

Tease me with your intellect
Make fun of my harsh way with words
Your look spills music upon the floor
Your look spills music upon the floor

When you read the peroxide blonde
You became this greater thing
Oil lamp for the gas man
Sang to the hummings of a cheap fan

They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know
They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know
They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know

Wear the head scarf around your neck
Roll the ends of your corduroy jeans
Tell me things nobody knows
Tell me things that you aren’t proud of
I'll tell you things that I'm not proud of

When you read the peroxide blonde
You became this greater thing
Oil lamp for the gas man
Sang to the hummings of a cheaper fan

They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know
They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know
They'll write songs about the likes of us, you know

Then again, maybe nobody will hear them ring