When you ride my shovel down the hill
Look out for the sliding cars
I hear your ghost laughing at me still
Shooting out the Lucite stars
Guess we’ll have to call off the show
Better tell Karen you know
They say there’s robots living underground
Mining secrets from the deep
You can hear them working after hours
When the ranch has gone to sleep
Smoke is rising up from the mouth
Better tell Karen it’s out
He comes calling when the night is still
With silver bracelets from my wrists
He hates to do it but I know he will
Shy away from our first kiss
Better luck next year
Better tell Karen he’s here