I hear you are singing a song of the past; I see no tears
I know that you know that it may be the last for many years
You'd gamble or give anything to be n qith the better half,
But how many friends must I have to begin with to make you laugh
Will you still have a song to sing when
The razor boy comes and takes your fancy things away
Will you still be singing it on that cold and windy day
You know that the coming is so close at hand, you feel all right
I guess only women in cages can stand this kind of night
I guess only women in cages can play down the things they lose
You think no tomorrow will come when you lay down you can't refuse