I had a pack of wax, a deal for you
You played a certain buck
You speak into my open ears & so I turn to look
& so we strum so serious, so random, without a care
No drinks for those of us with certain ears
Uncertain, playful, Robert
I got a mandolin, I'll play for him
I got a deal to make with myself
& when it happens great big Robert summons up some spirit in us
& my god it makes me cry
Why not? Why not laugh at cynical dry desire?
The passion shines through
Laugh at me playful Robert
Double you -- gee whiz -- see double
Make me drink an excuse to be playful, Robert
It's good for us
It's good for us
I'm gonna pack my bags & play for him
Across the ocean to my death
I don't know what awaits me over there, perhaps just my arrest
If the sloppy parts don't faze you, lemme try something to stop the clock
Lemme play something
Being playful, playful, Robert
We'll make a master map
Create Slovenia in our own image, lad
Big bad dear playful playful Robert
I'm so often sad
Your dreary laugh lifting me, sunk spirit
Playful, playful R R R Robert
