Don't Forget Whose Legs You're On

The painted faces congregate

In the mating season

To second homes, they go alone

In no rush to leave 'em

And there's a fountain and a scimitar

Shaped yellow light

And it picks you up and cuts you down to size

When 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 brown glass bottle

Full of shavings from the sun

Although those shoes affect your step

Don't forget whose legs you're on

There's a fountain and a scimitar

Shaped yellow light

And it picks you up, and it cuts you down to size