Lyrics:

Well, do you think we can work it on out?
Or change the proposition about?
I'm in no position for an act of sedition
Really love to scream and shout
Half a loaf is better than a kick in the knee
Gonna be some tears or just more sympathy?
I really got a pumper on the line this time
You know, I know it's mine, oh mine
I ran to the king of creation
I told him save a bit for me
The way things look I could have written the book
And you know I can hardly read
Sally does your dog bite? No, no, no, no
Keep him on a choke chain and reel him out slow
Got a little place, call it my own
It never really was a home, never

Went to the college of evil
But the smoke nearly drove me away
What more can I say?

The white-face Lydian judge
Won't you give your little one, two, three
Him down on the corner singing 'Little Jack horner'
But you gotta let the gravy be
A whole loaf is better than a kick in the head
If you tell me what you mean, I'll tell you what I said
I sent you for jelly, you come back with jam
Who exactly do you think I am?
Who do you think I am?
You think I am, you think I am
You think I am
Who do you think I am? You think I am
You think, think, think, think too much, baby

Think, think, think, think too much, baby