I can find him after work, for free
After all, he has been chasing me
Sometimes things follow certain schemes
I'll find you when you find "in-between"
There may be so many more than six
We just hope that they're out in the sticks
Fifteen verses per hand
Sung exactly as it is planned
Man shoulder-to-shoulder to man
Hovering above the land
Might as well be carpenter ants
If no one here is gonna dance
First things first, let's call a hearse