"Treat my like like a suitcase," she said,
"I don't mind...
Trust me with your secrets, I'm the quiet kind
Take me to the circus, let me see the show"
some line is missing that you'll never know
CHO:
It's all right if you can't decide what's on your mind
it's all right if you got no clue, it ain't no crime


Making eggs with Eggy I feel right at home
I can't recall the first time now, it's been so long
we did something hungry and we sang our song
I messed my wig up, let me use your comb
CHO
Lead us not into temptation
That's my favorite God quotation
It's all right if you can't decide what's on your mind
it's all right if you got no clue, it ain't no crime


Let's pretend we're happy, now that's not so hard
Make believe the joker ain't the losing card
Lincoln Continental got the doors on wrong
we'll make some mess up and we'll end this song
CHO


Suitcase was a Praise Jockey favorite, and as with so many tunes from that time, a mixture of idiocy and wit.