What's the fuss, puss Lust dust on the cusp of the crust I must, I must, I must not Fluxus Shyness, penniless, mindless, coward You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t Clementine Won’t you give me a sign Made of twine It’s the end of the line Well I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m lying I’m falling, I’m drowning, drowning Well I should, I should I should plot against you You blissful, kissful, pitiful, coward You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t No you ain’t Well I should, I should I should plot against you You blissful, kissful, pitiful, coward You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t Oh won't you let me be Won't you let me be Let me, let me be Let me be what I want to be Move away, become clay And let me say Don't you play with me With me, now don't you play with me I warn you