Every time I think that I’m the only one who’s lonely,
Someone calls on me
And every now and then, I spend my time at rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me

And then, along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales from all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
When we met, I was sure out to lunch
Now, my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks whose sickness
Is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played, the neighbor folks make jokes
At who is most to blame today

And then, along comes Mary
And does she want to set them free and let them see reality
From where she got her name
And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch of hers
Will make them not the same
When we met, I was sure out to lunch
Now, my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE

And when the morning of the warning’s passed, the gassed and flaccid kids
Are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone the songs have all been sung
And hung upon the scars

And then, along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pain
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies and make them realize
Their urgent cry for sight no more
When we met, I was sure out to lunch
Now, my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch