They’re going to take you away from me
If it’s not in the charts, you’ll do it yourself, with an accident
I’m debt you taunt in trouble, you are fascist bunker rubble
Great is the potion that tricks me into fasting and a ghastly bubble

They’re going to take you away from me
And I’ll be overtly ripened crushed and toppled
Weak and cheery with your friends and relatives I will defend
My actions, half-hearted I will dream of poison

They’re going to take you away from me
Dimple-faced, chaste, wild-eyed, racing queen of the tea party
I tear across the open road, ball-bearing frown the young and old
Molded, cold, folded, hold boldly, go nowhere man has cared foretold

They’re going to take you away from me
If it’s not in the charts, you’ll do it yourself, with an accident.