Jokeman was a baby
He preached specificted dates
And threw his clothes to charity
To collect them on sunday
Embaressed by his nude
Give him all his right parading the streets
And I don't know, Yeah I don't know where he's going
But I've got news for thoose who pray
Civil is his right, civil is his mainstreet
Lady was a robber,
She sailed the thirteen seas
And fooling the authoroties?
Wandering 'bout her revol,
Never feared the man
Superlady, superhero indeed
And I don't know,
Yeah I don't know where she's going
But I've got news for thoose who pray
Maniac to you, rolling in and out
Never less to give, Yeah never less to give
