Well he don’t come in from the front door Well he don’t get buried in the snow Well he don’t come in from the front door Well he don’t get buried in the snow Part Man, Part Myth, Part Time, Part Eskimo
Well he don’t look pretty in the moonlight Well he don’t leave money when he go Well he don’t look pretty in the moonlight Well he don’t leave money when he go Part Man, Part Myth, Part Time, ten years ago
Watch him dance when the morning just comes Stompin his feet, scratchin up the wall You never get peace, no you never give a slip to who you are It’s one step too far Stop that Psycho out of this noise Pull a hand to tell em , just make a choice Straightjackets don’t fit when you tear em up and pull em half around And around…
Well he don’t ‘duce any no evil Well he don’t do the merry-go-round Well he don’t ‘duce any no evil Well he don’t do the merry-go-round Part Man, Part Myth, Part Time, on the rebound
Well he don’t need a ticket to Toledo Well he don't want buried in the ground Well he don’t need a lot, lot libido Well he don’t weigh nothin but a pound Part Man, Part Myth, Part Time, that’s a reach around
Watch you choke when the girls catch fire Blowing of the smoke tearing out the wire Never know what you don’t know if you never lift your head That’s what the doctor said Bang when the drums that are taped to the phone Nothing he can do to have the skin and bone There was nothing much anyone could say when he threw up in the rain Well anything to ease the pain…
Watch him dance when the morning just comes Stompin his feet, scratchin up the wall You never get peace, no you never give a slip to who you are It’s one step too far Stop that Psycho out of this noise Pull a hand to tell em , just make a choice Straightjackets don’t fit when you tear em up and pull em half around And around… and around and around….