You slept in your overalls After the wrecking ball Bereft you of house and home And left you with sweet fuck-all So we got in your car With our kickabout hearts And we hollared out 'sweet clementine' Tell your mom to marry us A candle to carry us With cans on our bicycle fenders So sweet and hilarious And we'll find us a home Built of packaging foam That will be there 'til after we die And, I'll play the clarinet Use clamshells for castinets We play with our bags on our shoulders My sweet lady lioness And I watch as you sleep So indelibly deep An I hum to you sweet clementine