4:58AM (Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin)

Hey kid, you looking for a lift?...Get on up here
 How's it going good buddy?
 I nailed ducks to the wall
 Kept my heart in dark ruins
 I built bungalows all over the hills
 Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin
 Took my girl to the country
 To sleep out under the moon
 Next thing she's going crazy
 Women are like that kid
 What the hell can you do?
 She waits for the real Mr. Right to come
 Gently removing her heart
 With his promises of real communication
 I saw a program about that on TV...
 Who's always picking up the tab
 Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad
 Me...
 Who took you out to all the shows
 Who worked his fingers to the bone
 Me...
 While you were asleep
 It was me... I did
 I kept you in buttons and bows
 Christ all those clothes
 So you could encourage this creep
 With his neat feet
 And his clean fingernails
 With his wise but twinkling eyes
 He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt
 Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot
 And compromise
 I'd like to go on with this bit of a song
 Describing this schmuck
 I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up
 Not in my righ you don't boy... get the hell out of here