CHORUS
Turning into Randolph Scott
Some things never change
Dried-up, extraordinary -
Alkalai on the range
Once she was a humid child
Nodding toward a place
Sleeping in her vegetables
Legumes for a face
Once she was a humid child;
Now, she aint
CHORUS
Carrots where her eyes were, bright
Orange, where she'd blush
Brussel sprout-conditioned fists
Dropped string beans in her socks
Once she was a humid child;
Now, she is not
(guitar solo)
CHORUS (end with repeating "mmm-mmm")