Mary steers clear of the men from space
Back alley kid with an American face
She wants the wine
He brings a case
To carry them on through
 
You know what I know about the bedroom boys
Undercover Russians in a pink Rolls-Royce
They bang the drum
She sets the beat
They carry Miss America out into the street
She sings “Snowman! Scarecrow! John Doe! Buffalo!”
 
I wish you wouldn’t go
I got the arms to reach you
I am the scarecrow
I guess you ought to know
I got the hands to teach you
I am the scarecrow
Snowman sideshow

I fell out of love in the snowbound days
Riding the subway in a Valium haze
I need the whites
She gets the blues
It carries us on through
 
All these American boys at the Park ‘n’ Shop
Selling their memories for a dollar a pop
Ivan the ancient spaceman race fan
Corners the market on American tastes
And says “Spaceman! Scarecrow! Peepshow! Freakshow!”
 
I wish you wouldn’t go
But I got the arms to reach you
I am a scarecrow
I guess you ought to know
That I got the hands to teach you
I am the scarecrow
Punk rock video

All the sudden light inside you dies
Maybe you’re going on alone
Maybe you’re going all alone
She dreams of sunlight
Sings of smaller things
White sugar bowls and wedding rings
You’re going on from me alone
You’re going on
You’re on your own

She was married alive in a Moscow surgery
Hoping to die in a cold war nursery
All of the kids back home believe in much more than we do
 
It’s a memory play where the memory fades
Into pictures you took
Into records we played
Spy vs Spy
Scarecrow and I
Out across the darkness where the bomberjets fly
Singing “Spaceman! Smokeshow! Scarecrow! Geronimo!”
 
I wish you wouldn’t go
I got the arms to reach you
I am a scarecrow
I guess you ought to know
I got the hands to teach you
I am the scarecrow
Snowman Freakshow

I wish you wouldn’t go
But I got the arms to reach you
I am the scarecrow
I guess you ought to know
That I got the hands to teach you
I am the scarecrow
Listen on the midnight radio