Seven Sons

Seven sons in seven years,
Bake them all a cake to end careers
She knows everybody’s girl

You complicated clown,
Frown turned upside-down
But that red nose ain’t real
Then you start to feel
But I’ll wait on you.

Commie-cub with a crooked crown
Coming up a lot to come back down
She knows everybody’s girl

You complicated clown,
Frown turned upside-down
But that red nose ain’t real
Then you start to feel
But I’ll wait on you

She’s the beggar’s choice
With her father’s voice
With her father’s voice
With her father’s voice

She's the beggar's complicated clown,
Frown turned upside-down
But that red nose ain’t real
Then you start to feel
But I’ll wait on you