He's made of sandnNot flesh and not bonenHe's as good as the seeds he's sownnBut he loves you sonLike no one else you know could donPut your wedding dress onnnOn the tip of my tonguenAs the back beat cracksnI hit my drumnI get into the carnMy interrogation startsnIt's in the passenger seatnThere's a torn up mess of tangled leadsnAnd a golden ringnGlimmerin' at her feetnnAnd the beat it goes onnnShe got shenGot dressed upnShe got dressed upn[X2]nnAnd the beat it goes onnnIs he quick on his feetnDoes he ever look past you on the streetnIs he ever on timenWhen he's getting home at nightnIn the opposite sidenEvery argument keepin' every nightnIs it what you acceptnIs there anything that's leftnnAnd the beat it goes onnnShe got shenGot dressed upnShe got dressed upnnAnd the beat it goes onnnShe got shenGot dressed upnShe got dressed upnnBeat will go onnYeah the beat will gonFor the king and the potnYeah the beat will go onn[X2]nnBeat will go onnOver land over stillnOut of the garden and over the hilln[X2]