Before my lover
Turns out that blend of Clooney's body and Chomsky's mind
I don't know what I'm in for failures
I don't know how many times I'm to back the wrong horse

Before my partner
Declaims latin poetry in that mellow whitetoothed voice
I don't know what I'm in for errors
I don't know how many times I'm to back the wrong horse

When my last hour,
Chimes in, urging me to leave my lover's side
I hope it will be a failure
I hope it won't be that guy with the Chomsky mind
Latinversin' me goodbye.