I am the man with the cabbage head 
Half guy but vegetable from the neck 
For the beautiful eyes of Marilou 
I took to the pawn shop jew 
My typewriter and my wheels on spec 
I was in the dumps without a sous 
At the end a nervous wreck
From the day that I got back 
With her I lost the kit and caboo- 
-Dle, my job with the tabloid news 
The scandals that kept me in beefsteak
I was finished, a failure, check
 And mate in the eyes of Marilou 
And she treated me like a hack 
And rendered me half cuckoo 
Oh no, how could you know the truth 
She had to have discoteques 
And dine at the Kangourou 
Club so I kept signing cheques 
Without funds in the bank I had screw loose
In the end I turned her head into 
A watermelon, in French “Pasteque” 
But wait - I'm not gonna spill out to you
Everything like that unchecked 
What? Me? Still love her? I’m no fool 
Who and where am I? As good as new 
By the white foam & seaweed, on a deck- 
-Chair, at the beach in Malibu