Tom Catmull and the Clerics: noise and words

I love you
and its all I can do
to keep a straight face when a black eye turns to blue
duckin left to miss the swing under your stars

the worst of your time
sips like wine
the only trouble we got is that we're drinkin all the time
and waistin tickets at a two drink wedding bar
the worst of your time
the worst of your time

two pigs with a crown
leapin around
palace hoofin' with the duchess out of town
ain't no way in hell that we will ever escape clean

cause like it or not
I've always thought
that somebody earned and lossed all the time we got
take a look I think you know what I mean
like it or not
like it or not