Do you know the secret code?
I wish I had the means to know
I’m adrift without a hold
When she speaks to me in secret code.
Hells half acre, nothing grows
Only questions and distance goes
Between my heart and the human eye
That secret code, that little lie.
How in hell am I to know?
I ask in hell without that code,
Somewhere here the devil cries,
The secret code’s got sixes bye!
The secret code, the secret code
If I had the secret code
I could figure what she knows,
When she speaks in secret codes.
I asked her girlfriend and she said ‘no’
‘We don’t speak in secret codes’
But I could see from the twitch of her nose,
That she was speaking to me in code.
Baloney! Blasphomy! What’s the use!
To speak at all if you speak obtuse!
It’s not real, it’s a spoof!
It’s not dialogue, it’s abuse!
I talk to her straight, but she’s got curves,
And gives her records with foreign words,
She must be from Lesbos, the woman’s land,
How could you mistake a simple man?
She’s made three paragraphs from my two words,
And changed her mood at every turn,
By the time she finished I got old,
And still didn’t have the secret code.
Yes dear, yes dear, no dear, no
Oh yes, uh-huh, uh-huh, oh oh!
What’s happened now! I do not know,
Do you have the secret code?
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