The Bomber (Closet Queen/Bolero/Cast Your Fate to The Wind)

When I became of age, my mama sat me down

She said, "Son, you're growing up, it's time you looked around."

So I began to notice some things I hadn't seen before

That's what brought me here knockin' on your back door

Oh, yeah

A closet queen, the bus stop fiend

She  wants to shake my hand

I don't want to be there, she decides she can

It's Apple Dan, he's just the man to pick fruit off your branches

I can't sleep if he can't keep his cattle off my ranches

Oh, oh... yeah

It's too strong, something's wrong, I guess I lost the feeling

I don't mind your games you play, but I don't like you dealing

The cards looked bad, the luck's been had and there's nothing left to smoke

We'll all be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke

Oh, Oh... Oh, Oh...