you think i´m a lame duck
i don´t give a blue luck
i´m living like crazy
driven to be lazy

i blush like a tomato
pale as a chipped potato
you´re a real peach
just out of reach

we´re all cooking the same goose
a recipe of fiction
i stew in my own juice
in another kitchen

you think i´m a lame duck
i don´t give a blue luck
i don´t give two hoots
you´re too big for your bossy boots