In my dreams I have seen tales beyond the extreme, in the land of the obscene some find shelter. God gave back his sanity clause - get your friend a dress with claws and holes to show the flaws - Oh, he's writing another lovesong. Pardon me, I don't wanna see, siamese centerfold's buzzing me. Oh no, I don't wanna know no siamese freakshow, no. Mummy nun, policeman stunts clockwork writing hard-on songs and curly tales with nothing on, - Maybe I'm getting old. Don't wanna know where it's done, Don't wanna know what songs they've sung, just wanna wake up and be happy that I'm still young. Pardon me, I don't wanna see, siamese centerfold's buzzing me. Oh no, I don't wanna know What's going on below downstairs at the siamese floorshow. Pardon me, I don't wanna see, siamese centerfold's buzzing me. Oh no, I don't wanna know no siamese freakshow, no. I've never felt such great distress but the lowest crime can become success. Who else would call them lover, say? Who else would put their back so straight? But oh, the girl she said she came for the dancin'...