He's got everything He needs
He's an artist, He don't look back
He's got everything He needs
He's an artist, He don't look back
He can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything He sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything He sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees

He never stumbles
He's got no place to fall
He never stumbles
He got no place to fall
He's nobody's child
The law can't touch her at all

He wears an Egyptian ring
It sparkles before He speaks
He wears an Egyptian ring
It sparkles before He speaks
He's a hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique

Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween, buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, give her a drum