作词 : Willis Earl Beal

作曲 : Willis Earl Beal

***** jacket, trucker hat, cup of tea

I'm just sitting at the table thinking about me

With my moccasins on and waiting by my phone

With my half-masked eyes like a tear-less drone

I am the deep down clown, you better throw me a bone

Cause I'll be making that sound, when they leave me alone

With the pots and pans, my voice and my hands

And my spoon drumstick, with this innocuous trance

You got to give me a chance to advance this romance

So when I pick out my 'fro I have a place I can go

No no, don't leave me hanging like a spider with no fly

Cause I've been banging on the walls cause I'm too dry to cry

No no, don't leave me hanging like a spider with no fly

Cause I've been banging on the walls cause I'm too dry to cry

Photocopied Xerox pictures of dames

With two dimensional faces make me feel ashamed

So I keep 'em tucked away in a folder that's red

But I don't need to look at them, cause they're stuck in my head

They're what I sniff when I tell you to come right along

In my one-room shack, you know we can't go wrong

I got nine hard inches like a pitchfork prong

So honey lift up your dress and help me sing this song

No no, don't leave me hanging like a spider with no fly

Cause I've been banging on the walls cause I'm too dry to cry

No no, don't leave me hanging like a spider with no fly

Cause I've been banging on the walls cause I'm too dry to cry

No no, don't leave me hanging like a spider with no fly

Cause I've been banging on the walls cause I'm too dry to cry

No no, don't leave me hanging like a spider with no fly

Cause I've been banging on the walls cause I'm too dry to cry

No no

Ow no

Don't leave me hanging (repeat, fade out)