text: The painted faces congregate
  In the mating season
  To second homes, they go alone
  In no rush to leave them
  And theres a fountain and a scimitar
  Shaped yellow light
  And it picks you up
  And cuts you down to size
  When the people there and the furniture
  Start to seem important
  When a moment more, when you catch the floor
  With a vivid and absorbent sharpened arc
  Like the scimitar
  Shaped yellow light
  That picks you up
  And cuts you down to size
  Well, I had questions for the tap dancer sat on my lap
  And she had child-proof caps on her answers
  Stone blower, blow me a stone
  And show me that handsome enhancer
  She had a rock on her throttle
  And a brown glass bottle full of shavings from the sun
  Although those shoes affect your step
  Dont forget whose legs youre on
  And theres a fountain and a scimitar
  Shaped yellow light
  And it picks you up
  And it cuts you down to size