All the dreams you're havingnYou stole them all from menI was having dreams like thatnBack in 1973nnGroovy Boo is banging the ivoriesnIn his ancient overcoatnStuffing all his rage and angernDown that old piano's throatnnAccidents will happennThat's what accidents are fornAccidents will happennAnd an accident is just an accidentnnI walk through the swinging doornSee my old girl MabelnHer jawbone hits the floornAnd her eyeballs roll around the tablennIn a clever act of misdirectionnI manage with some finessenTo scale the ladders in her stockingsnAnd creep into her dressnnAccidents will happennWe've all had 'em many times beforenAnd coincidences are just accidentsnNothing less and nothing morennI come around when she expects it the leastnShe always looks so strange and tragicnShe comes on like some juju priestnLaying down her own brand of magicnnShe tells me that she'll be truenShe ain't the type to keep her promisesnI used to be down with the faithful mannNow I'm hanging with the doubting Thomasesnn'Cause accidents keep happeningnThis old world was born from onenThere are servants they don't governnAnd I don't put too much faith in themnnWell, let me tell you a little more about MabelnShe is shaped like an inverted (?)nI roll out my tongue when she walks pastnFix her with my famous jelly-eyed starennHer husband is a Cro-magnum man with a magnumnHe recites the second amendment (?)nWell, accidents will happennI'm hoping one might happen to himnnWe're accidents waiting to happennYou know they'll be happening for all timenWhile you're having yoursnI'll be having minennMaybe you and I will get it togethernYou and I, we will get in togethernYou and I, we will get it togethernYou and I, we will get it together