Dippin' up around the bend I'm sure tied up and I don't know when You know there's just a couple of things that I like Meet you, woman, at a quarter to three Now get down on your bendin' knees You know there's just a couple of things that I like But don't get busted and ashamed I'm lookin' out for you time and time again The Holy One, the Nightingale Laughin' on your way to hell Look a little down the road You hit it and you quit it and you already know The simpler things have passed you by But alone you'll be your well run dry Besotted, and forgotten Maybe we’ll just let it be Until then, there’s the weekend Until then So won't you write to me and tell me a great story About a little nobody who stole the whole of a golden bowl of shit Goddamn, sorry for Ann The bigger and the thicker be the only man You're in my skin and holdin' my tongue And girl, my dusty bell you rung I don't care if you have indecision When I see you down, girl, you know I'll be grinnin' I don't care if they wrapped you in linen When you come around, girl, no fuck will be given I don't care if you have superstition Everywhere you go, you see my apparition I don't care if you're safe and you're sound You're gonna scream my name when my ghost comes around Besotted, and forgotten But maybe we’ll just let it be Until then, there’s the weekend Until then Besotted, and forgotten And maybe we’ll just let it be Until then, there’s the weekend Until then!