One green man he lives in
A ruddy old house does he live in
I follow him in to the ocean
Oh could it be that you made me
In a field of your cotton by the sea
Away from the coyotes in the morning
And later much later in the car
My feet don't touch the ground like yours
Oh how double vision reign
All the tongue fits the spoon
You were given when you were queen
With your white dripping women
I hope I know what you mean