W. S. D.

Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill, it's sadder than it probably sounds
He gets lovely the more he's ill, don't O.D. on him now
Dressed as a woman with horrible hair and singing to the birds in town
Who goes walking through traffic out there, don't O.D. on her now

Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two?

Married to me is a hungry son
Who wants to push me from the second floor
We're so disco we can't get on in this world anymore

Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two?

Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag
It's sadder than it probably sounds
So fucking, what if he's licking the bag, don't O.D. on him now

Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two?
Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two?

Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two?
Oh, oh is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, oh, oh, is it true, what they say about you two?