I can argue with the mime
I can argue with the mime
He is reading me the riot act

Every line

Every lawyer in his prime

Every lawyer in his prime
Gets nostalgic for the bar's
Naivete to crime


Ascetics wring their hands
This decadent misuse

Inside my china room
You are my coffee spoon


My indulgence is a joke
And while everybody laughs
I'm clipping coupons

And saving my breath

I was celebrating Lent

With a candle in a tent
When you came and snatched me up
Out of retirement


Now I'm buying finer clothes
In department store windows

Throwing credit cards down
Never raise my voice