Jonathan, call again Take me to Coney Island Take me on the train Kiss me while I calculate and calibrate, and heavens sake don't make me explain just tolerate my little fist tugging on your forest-chest I don't want to talk about anything Jonathan, anything and anyone you have done has got to be all right with me If she's part of the reason you are how she's all right with me just tolerate my little fist tugging on your forest-chest I don't want to talk about anything You'd like to captain a cap-sized ship but I like watching you live