Tall King Saul says he wants it all If he's willing to crawl he can have a ball I can't do a wheelie I can't touch the ceiling I can't have good luck I can't double dutch The day you cut your hair I thought There'll never be another a head of hair that soft I can't figure why We were always like a stick in the eye Silver Aphrodite in her chocolate nightie Says she wants to try me, she won't bite me I can't French inhale I can't read in braille I can't put love in a cup I can't do a chin up I dropped your hand that day That day I saw you running, running away Now you're gone, it's no fair I can never touch that hair (?) chants I think I can With the truth in the sand and a rubber band I can't do cat's cradle I can't set the table I can't build an atom bomb Hey Aphrodite come sit right by me I consider it (inviting me?) (That?) are hiding I can't fix a bike I can't fly a kite I can't hide my head in the sand I can't shoot my rubber band No no no, let's go go go To a pond or a pound or a drag car show I can't do a cartwheel I can't explain how I feel When you can't give a hang I can't accept it