Oops, I think I left my face
Down the road a little ways
Hope it's not run over by a truck.

I'll be back in just a while
Wouldn't want to cramp your style
So wish me just a bit of luck.

You were there and I was there
I saw you spinning in the air
But I guess that's over now.

I'd thought these words were true
There's nothing more that I can do
Than take a trip to the electric cow.

It's making margarine
From the wreck of our unborn love
Making margarine
You just gave me a little shove.