They're not into yap
They can't talk out
They flutter gloves to 'muse ya, baby

Why can't you see
What they're doin' to me
When they don't repeat a word I say

Grease-painted throngs of clever ---
--- and suspicious mimes (suspicious mimes)

Them freak-hand-skilled ar-ti-i-istes
Are suspicious mimes

Once, when an old friend I know,
Waved "hi" to say hello,
We were suddenly surrounded by mimes

Wildly they began
Waving white-gloved hands
Silently dri-ving us out of our minds

Grease-painted throngs of clever ---
--- and suspicious mimes (suspicious mimes)

Hand-speakin' skilled ar-ti-i-istes
With suspicious smiles


Those leather gloves of white
Are pryin' tears from your eyes
Bet you heard the goon think, "Cry!"

When money you throw
They'll never say "thank you"

Rude, yeah, yeah!


They're not into yap
They can't talk out
They hustle bucks from losers, baby

Why can't you see
What they do is creepy
And they won't repeat a word you say

Grease-painted throngs of clever ---
--- and suspicious mimes (suspicious mimes)

They're speak-less skilled ar-ti-i-istes
Those suspicious mimes