Too Dry to Cry

Tweed jacket, trucker hat, cup of tea
 I'm just sitting at the table thinking about me
 With my moccasins on and waiting by my phone
 With my half-masked eyes like a tear-less drone
 I am deep down clown, you better throw me a bone
 'Cause I'll be making that sound, when they leave me alone
 With the pots and pans, my voice and my hands
 And my spoon drumstick, with this innocuous trance
 You got to give me a chance to advance this romance
 So when I pick out my 'fro I have a place I can go
 No no, don't leave me hanging like a spider with no fly
 'Cause I've been banging on the walls 'Cause I'm too dry to cry
 No no, don't leave me hanging like a spider with no fly
 'Cause I've been banging on the walls 'Cause I'm too dry to cry
 Photocopied Xerox pictures of dames
 With two dimensional faces make me feel ashamed
 So I keep 'em tucked away in a folder that's red
 But I don't need to look at them, 'Cause they're stuck on my head
 They're what I sniff when I tell you to come right along
 In my one-room shack, you know we can't go wrong
 I got nine hard inches like a pitchfork prong
 So honey lift up your dress and help me sing this song
 No no, don't leave me hanging like a spider with no fly
 'Cause I've been banging on the walls 'Cause I'm too dry to cry
 No no, don't leave me hanging like a spider with no fly
 'Cause I've been banging on the walls 'Cause I'm too dry to cry
 No no, ow no
 Don't leave me hanging