Was September when, um October, or November, when I lost my wife
There was something unpleasant about my ways
She vents her emotions, “Cad, rat, gecko!”
Into my face, mmm-hmm-mm

And now I’m out there
Without a prayer
Yeah, she won’t let me touch
‘Cause I think with my staff; didn’t say “No” enough
I just screwed too much, hm...

Does that make me sleazy ?
Well that makes me queasy
That make you uneasy ?
Laugh at me

And I know I was having the time of my life
But big vice, had a two million price, mm-mm
Come on Joe, you who knew, try to screw, who do you think you are ?
Ha ha ha, two mil, oh-ooh
You really think I’d sell my soul ?

Joe...
Made me uneasy
I think you’re cheesy
I think you’re sleazy
Just like me

On my shows jabs were harsh, I’d put the light onto their sin
And all I remember, is thinking: Don’t want to be like them, mm-hmm-mm
Never mince; I belittle, never dense, but I diddled; I’ve had my fun
But went so low; in-ci-dent; I’m done ?
And I’ll miss wife and my son

But-
Maybe I’m sleazy
I’m feeling queasy
I must be crazy
Probably...