Don't Forget Whose Legs You're On

In the painted faces congregate In the mating season The seconds 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 The people there And the furniture Start to seem important A moment more And 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 Oh 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 enchancer She had a rock on her throttle And a 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