text: There was a moon and a street lamp
  I didnt know I drank such a lot
  Till I pissed a tequila-anaconda
  The full length of the parking lot!
  Oh, I talk too loose
  Again I talk too open and free
  I pay a high price for my open talking
  Like you do for your silent mystery
  Come and talk to me
  Please talk to me
  Talk to me, talk to me
  Mr. Mystery
  We could talk about Martha
  We could talk about landscapes
  Im not above gossip
  But Ill sit on a secret where honor is at stake!
  Or we could talk about power
  About Jesus and Hitler and Howard Hughes
  Or Charlie Chaplins movies
  Or Bergmans nordic blues
  Please just talk to me
  Any old theme you choose
  Just come and talk to me
  Mr. Mystery, talk to me
  You could talk like a fool-Id listen
  You could talk like a sage
  Anyway the best of my mind
  All goes down on the strings and the page
  That mind picks up all these pictures
  It still gets my feet up to dance
  Even though its covered with keyloids
  From the slings and arrows of outrageous romance
  I stole that from Willy the Shake!
  You know--Neither a borrower nor a lender be
  Romeo, Romeo talk to me!
  Is your silence that golden?
  Are you comfortable in it?
  Is it the key to your freedom
  Or is it the bars on your prison?
  Are you gagged by your ribbons?
  Are you really exclusive or just miserly?
  You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency!
  Come and spend some on me--
  Shut me up and talk to me!
  Im always talking!
  Chicken squawking!
  Please talk to me