Les Claypool: He wasn't looking for fanfare or fame But it all cam around just the same He then met a girl with desire in her eye He gave her love, she took his name
Martina (background all the time): Ooohhh, aaahhh.....
Les Claypool: The times they were good, the times they were bad Most times it was just in between The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had She put on display for all to be seen
Some find their solace in work or the lord She was quite content in her dream When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light He found comfort in the bottle of Ol'Jimmy Beam
One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole He reached out for something' to feel She offered back bothin' but lack of respect So he let himself out with two barrels of steel
She cried in the day she cried in the night She cried loudest when someone was near Weather crying for him or she cried for himself The bigger the camera the bigger the tear
Most folks agree she was living a hell and publicly she showed her pain And never once she was there a thought for herself And the ever growing slices of fortune and fame
Les Claypool & Tom Waits & Martina: Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high (repeated all over)