The words she’d written took me by surprise
you’d never read them in her eyes.
They said that
She had found the love she waited for.
Wouldn’t you
Know it, she wouldn’t show it.
Well, it’s Sunday morning and the sun is shinning
and my eyes are half open, and my head is spinning,
I was the life of the party and I can’t stop grinning,
Well, I know my banana is older than the rest,
And my hair is a tangled beretta.
When I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest,
And I don’t get the gist of your letter (your letter.
You’ve been telling me you were a genius since you were seventeen
In all the time I’ve known you I still don’t know what you mean
The weekend at the college didn’t turn out like you planned
The things that pass for knowledge I can’t understand