Ethylene

I'm sitting on the toilet With my sunglasses on Wondering what you are up to This hotel's got bathroom telephones But I don't want to interrupt you You might be painting your nails With your hot curlers on Each one a different color Or listening to that Beach Boys sailing song Sloop John B or another CHORUS: Ethylene, my Ethylene My love for you is just obscene My deer you dress My fish you clean But you are nowhere to be seen My Ethylene Well you could bag your limit With a bow and arrow Yeah you could skin a cougar in the dark Well I thought we were walking Down the straight and narrow How'd we ever drift so far apart