When you're down in the rubbishnLooking for some of my old songsnWell don't expect me tonCome out and watch you performnWhen you're riding on my coat-tailsnnPut the pen to the contractnAnd you'll never come backnYou'll be pushed into the back of vannWith a bag around your headnI'm the boy that you let diennAnd as I'm waltzing through the graveyardnTo the Ballad of the Toad EatersnWell, our lawyers can't decidenIf you are nRiding on my coat-tailsnn...nnThis is the Ballad of the Toad Eaters