Off again, on again You shuffle to and fro On the edge, upside down Blowing hot and cold
Rock the boat, raise the roof Get the goods, show the proof Not half bad for a shooting star But are you really going far? Don Juan libertine Angular and lean Scales the heights to fall again Into her pit of dreams
Out of foresight, out of mind Lost in space, lost in time Draw a blank and fluff your lines Chasing clouds, swimming blind
Throw a shadow within reach of God Salute the heavens, beck and nod Erase a chapter in the book of fate The love she deals feels like hate
Don't blame it on the barley-broo The ardor of the leprechaun The insect buzz of early dawn The evil pranks of urchin spawn
One by one, true to form Keeners keen and crooners croon Kiss the sun, break the swoon Blame it on the harlot moon
