A nice heart and a white suit and a baby blue sedan
  And I am doing the best that I can
  All the eunuchs, they were standing in rows
  singing, "Please stud us out just as fast as you possibly can."
  Sad song, last dance and no one knows who the band was
  And Henry, you danced like a wooden Indian
  Except this one mattered and I felt it had a spirit
  And I shot the story because I didn't hear it that way
  And it's hard to be a human being
  And it's harder as anything else
  And I'm lonesome when you're around
  And I'm never lonesome when I'm by myself
  And I miss you when you're around