Like a tiger or a lion in an origami cage
Like an old, ugly person who just won't act his age
Like a tin-pot dictator in a banana republic
Like the letter that you signed before a notary public
Like your foot inside the sneakers you can't throw away
Like a wallet in your pocket till the end of the day
Like a heart in a soul, or a body in a mind
Like a good head on your shoulders or a nice behind
Are we ever gonna talk about it?
Are we ever gonna talk about it?
Are we ever gonna talk about it?
Ok, that's up to you
I still belong to you
I'm still your Scaramouche
Doing the Fandango
And eatin' your Pa Thong Ko
Like a ballerina spinning in a dizzy pirouette
Like a dog at the pound who begs to be your pet
Like sugar going into your coffee or your oolong tea
Like the bitter of the chocolate balanced out with the sweet
Like a visible scar, or an ancient story, or a friend
Like a love-hate relationship you wish would never end
Like death and taxes down in the job market bottomless pit
Like the flower of desire on a night yet to be lit
Are we ever gonna talk about it?
Are we ever gonna talk about it?
Are we ever gonna talk about it?
Ok, that's up to you
I still belong to you
I'm still your Scaramouche
Doing the Fandango
And eatin' your Pa Thong Ko
That's Thai food, kids