I was looking in the wrong directionnI was looking through the tomatoesnI was looking down an empty cannonnI was looking down a garden hosennBut there's nothing here now, babynNot your pretty eyesnJust a dirty salamander selling tiesnnHe was wearing something rather stylishnLike a pinstripe banana peelnBut he was also looking pretty dirtynnI saw pieces of his last mealnOn his shirt and on his shoes,nBut mostly on his shawlnBut he's not who I want at allnnI'd like to see you soon,nBut now I see the rising moonnHe looks me in the eye,nAnd he won't let me move on bynnI'd like to see you soon,nBut now I see the rising moonnHe looks me in the eye,nBut I don't want to buynI don't want to buynI don't want to buynA tiennn