Low and Behold

                                  It never rains but it pours 

On a sleepy town, north of New York 

It's an old, old score



It's a cold, cold world 



How we gloat 

At others misfortune 

A nation of reptiles

Given to nothing 

It's an old, old score 



It's a cold, cold world 



Tainted you could say

But never frightened 

For it is not in my nature 

I was born of stronger stuff

Lies and deceit will never be enough 

It's just cause and effect 

Effect and frustration

That leads to desperation 

And eventual separation 

It's an old, old score 



La La La La La La La



It never rains 

A nation of reptiles 

Given to nothing