Everybody Knows

I'm sitting here all alone

You don't know how I cry

Oh, it's no fun to be alone, made of stone

You don't know how to try

Jeannie with the light brown hair comes up the stair

Tells me what to wear, says it's there

I know she's a fool

Wish she could sing to you, maybe even bring to you

some kind of ring or two for you

but that wouldn't be cool

You've been a bad, girl.

You've been had, girl

Your mama's in the pantry

with your other daddy

Quietly

turn off the electricity

Everybody knows that

you've been wearing no clothes

ever since the time you tried to

fly from the Eiffel Tower

The power of the flower is dead

I'm sitting here all alone

You don't know how I cry

Oh it's no fun to be alone, made of stone

You don't know how to die

June is a flower-child.

She tries to run wild

She says it's only the style.

I know she's truthful

Sitting on a stone all alone.

Never know how it grows

through the holes in your clothes

I know it's beautiful

You've been a bad boy.

You've been had, boy

Your daddy took the toys

to the neighbor cop to investigate

Your daddy's upper plate is made of gold

Nobody told you.

No one wants to hold you

Nobody showed you.

I could have told you to

watch it, kid

You might end up dead

Don't mind the words of my song,

they're not strong

I'll get along

Don't get tangled with the do-you-inners

They can eat you for dinner

You're a full-time sinner, yeah

Everybody knows, everybody knows

Ask them why,

they reply that it shows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

all about the holes in your clothes,

how they grow

'til they're shown on a screen

to the Queen