Onion Soup Lyrics

Thin and unshaved, drunk and mysterious
Oh, I must say lifestyle is curiousWith a little touch of the sniffles
And filthy socks
Gnawed, crumbled fingernails
Never doing tomahawk chopsA flaky head dandruff is distinguish
Ed lacquer is red vain is the varnishWhat is at the root of this
She'll say, whatcha got
What participle do you possess
She'll say, which I have notOne blustery day we rode out
To the Meadowlands
We saw and were amazed
Then hauled it back into town againMississippi is a mess sometimes
And not only when it rains
How come you went back to that malaria island
'Cause our friendship is strainedThose were the days
When you were so cosmopolitan
These are the days
My letters they're so maudlinI wrote you an eloquent postcard once

About this most exquisite onion soup
But of course I never mailed though
'Cause it was your turn in the loop, loopThose were the days
When you were so cosmopolitan
These are the days
My letters they're increasingly maudlin