He came with his friends, in a caravan
To witness the governor’s ball
Sat by himself on a cool patch of grass
While the rest stood like bricks in a wall
The stage it looked like a vending machine
The singer, a black Barbie doll
But it was well light, and well managed
Said our property, would be damaged
Until his boredom, took full advantage
Of it all
Talk to a girl, with 'eyes
Who said she had jewelry to sell
First he said no thanks, then he realized
That he wasn’t feeling that well
And he took what she held looked like pieces of sky
And a garnet like teardrops from hell
She offered, him a necklace,
But it would end up, too expensive, he could tell
Then she said:
«Why not?
What have you got, to lose, to lose?»
When he never came back,
And the curve you have …
His friends searched the fair grounds for clues
But security guard with a maniacal laugh
Said it’s always the leader you lose
And he finally turned up in the broad light of day
With a black eye as big as the moon
They all asked him, what had happened
Was it real or imagined?
Why on earth had he abandon them so soon?
And he said:
«Why not?
I do what I’ve got, to do,
It’s what you do»