 And that's it, there's a kick and you're giving up Cause you know you won't like it When there's nothing to do Check out that rack of heels Look at that roll of guitar necks Lined up like eagle's wings Outstretched like legs of rockets They don't know what they are in part And they don't care, but I do I thought you would wail on me like you wail on them But it was just a coochie-coo-coo