Lyrics:

Skinny Jack was a leach, a liar and a punk
A nasty little bastard prince with the smile of a monk
He talked to girls and Jesus on a 1-900 line
While puffing on a fatty and drinking French red wine

So I stared up at the moon and it looked down on me
And there's a dull ache in my heart tonight
'Cause you're nowhere to be
So roast another weenie and throw another book on the fire
'Cause without you I'm held together by rubber bands and wire

You know, wily Winona got what she wanted
By keeping them all fooled
She learned from the very best
At an old Ivy league school
She surrounded herself with cigarettes
And white collar crooks
And always got what she wanted
With bad money and good looks

So I stared up at the moon and it looked down on me
And there's a dull ache in my heart tonight
'Cause you're nowhere to be

Friction done wore me down
Like the bald side of a tire
Without you I'm held together
By rubber bands and wire

And it's Mother's Day, but momma ain't home
Momma, why'd you leave me alone?

Samuel Thomas Dowel was born to make love it seemed
Initialized everything he wrote with S.T.D.
It was during his third marriage
He met Lilly at the Club Delight
He said, 'Lill, you're the only girl
In the world for me - tonight'

So I stared up at the moon and it looked down on me
And there's a dull ache in my heart tonight
'Cause you're nowhere to be

I got a cowboy hat full of schemes
And a head full of desire
Without you I'm held together
By rubber bands and wire
Without you I'm held together
By rubber bands and wire
Rubber bands and wire

Now, honey, I'm drivin' around and I'm lookin' for you
I'm long on patience, short on cigarettes
But I'm lookin', I keep lookin' for the fun