Lo and Behold

Why do you hide inside that telephone?

Why can't you write a letter to my face?

You are the staple that holds me together


Lo and behold

Lo and behold

Crud turned to gold

Hell's getting cold


Why do you call me every afternoon?

Did you forget my name is every night?

You are the shoestring that holds me together


Why must we talk about Duncan Hines?

I couldn't stand him

Don't you see that I have to be leaving?


In my tobacco-juice-covered sleeves

How can I stand here

And tell you how much you annoy me?

You are the straight pin that holds me together