Asparagus and peas
Wanting my desert
And having to say please
I hate
Well I hate everything [x2]
I hate the Grateful Dead
Their hippy fans are such a waste
Everything about them
Even Jerry’s ugly face
[Chorus]
I hate working around the house
I hate mowing the lawn
I hate doing my homework
I even hate this song
[Chorus x2]
I like to look at shadows sweating on the wall
I get excited when I hear footsteps in the hall
Outside your balcony I have a room with a view
And I’m watching you
I dial your telephone each and every afternoon
I wait by your door till you’re asleep at night
And when you’re alone I know when you
Turn out the light
I’m gonna get close to you
Oh-Oh so close to you
I’m gonna get close to you
I’m gonna get close
You fumble for your keys
I’m six or seven steps behind you
I’m so close to you
Are you terrified of me? What do I know about you
How did I find out?
You think I’m a fool or maybe some kind of lunatic
Say I’m wasting my time but I know what to do with it
It’s as plain as black and white
I’m gonna get close to you
Oh-Oh so close to you
I’m gonna get close to you
Oh so close
If you knew my infinite charm
There’d be no reason to be so alarmed
Maybe I’m wrong maybe I’m right
Maybe I’m some kind of lunatic
You say I’m wasting all of my time
But I know what to do with it
It is plain as black and white
I’m gonna get close to you
Oh-Oh so close to you
I’m gonna get close to you
I’m like a hungry Criminal
and your protection is minimal
So minimal
Ooooo, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ooooo, ya
You make me laugh
‘Cause your eyes they light the night
They look right through me, la, la, la
You bashful boy
You’re hiding something sweet
Please give it to me, yeah, to me, ya
To me
Ooh, oh, talk to me some more
You don’t have to go
You’re the Poetry Man
You make things all right, ya, ya
Ooooo, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ooooo, ya
You are a genie
And all I ask for is your smile
Each time I rub the lamp, la, la, la
When I am with you
I have a giggling teen-age crush
Then I’m a sultry vamp, ya, ya
Talk to me some more
You don’t have to go
You’re the Poetry Man
You make things all right, ya, ya
Oooooh, ya, ya, ya
Oooooh, ya
[Musical Interlude]
Talk to me some more
You don’t have to go
You’re the Poetry Man
You make things all right
Ooooo, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ooooo, ya
So once again
It’s time to say so long
And so recall the call of life, la, la, la
You’re going home now
Home’s that place somewhere you go each day
To see your wife, ya, ya, ya
To see your wife
Wooo, oooh
Talk to me some more
You don’t have to go
You’re the Poetry Man
You make things all right, ya
Wooo, oooh
Talk to me some more
You don’t have to go
You’re the Poetry Man
You make things all right



