Looking for a Ring (outtake) (3:00)
in the clubs on friday nights stalk the dull and less-than-bright
they are looking for a ring they would say anything
in the streets after last call with their standards in free fall
they are looking for a ring and they would do anything
how shallow boys enjoy a wishing well to drown their sorrows!
even for hardy social climbers this town is Kilimanjaro
oh, somebody take me home!
burly brokers are briskly sold and how they get off on control
of those looking for a ring they can bet on a sure thing
they'll think of growing old alone, found half-eaten by their dogs
and then they're looking for a ring and they would take anything
so when trotting down the aisle, it's the bride who holds the bridle
which ensures that virgin-whore transforms to Madonna with Child
oh, somebody take me home!
...and i could be mistaken but i'm so rarely wrong...
i'm a scientist with a secret: i'm a closeted romantic
who every eon, give or take, makes an irrational mistake
where i would say anything and i would do anything
i blow up the lab for Reason knows i'm not above the things i loathe
when this bitterness falters i'm always rushing to the altar
the nostrum of mare nostrum gives her the role of Gibraltar
oh, somebody take me home!