My sweetheart is a yogi
The painter's still asleep
I'm stuck here in Muskogee
This man's in trouble deep

The president's head is played
The garbage is pilin' up
The schoolyard kids are playin
I'm on my second Coke

Next door to me
The neighbor's bangin
Don't make me a bug
We're goin' to a hangin'
Oh, honey please, won't you come?

The dancin' sweetheart's smokin'
Mercury is higher
I'm scared to death but fallin'
Now Jupiter, it's on fire

I wish I had a dollar
For every dream I've had
The cat took off her collar
Now I need to calm her down
Next door to me
Guitars are playin'
You can hear them strum
We're goin' to a hangin'
Oh, honey please, won't you come?

It's called a crime of passion
It's called a circus trial
The media teeth are gnashin'
While wearin' that anchor's smile

I still can't face the ocean
The desert burnt the coast
I wish I had some lotion
I feel like a piece of toast

Next door to me
Bells are ringin'
Goin' to death and to jump
They're goin' to a hangin'

Oh, honey please, won't you come?
Oh, honey please, won't you come?
Oh, honey please, won't you come?

Goin' to a hangin'