[locked to Cassandra]
Cassandra -
I write this against my better judgment. But I offered you a song. I’ll hum the tune for you when there’s a time for humming.
We used to sing it as a dispute. The first verse is a woman, then one of the men would respond, and back and forth.
Why is a man like the night stars? Why is a man like the night stars?
He'll burn all night long but in the morning he's gone.
That's why a man's like the night stars.
Why is the sun like a woman? Why is the sun like a woman?
It acts like your friend, you get burned in the end.
That's why the sun's like a woman.
Why is a man like a carpet? Why is a man like a carpet?
It lies all day long but it's fun to walk on.
That's why a man's like a carpet.
Why is a drum like a woman? Why is a drum like a woman?
Though its voice wakes the dead, there's just air in its head.
That's why a drum's like a woman.
Why's a man like an old curtain? Why's a man like an old curtain?
It's washed out and wrung, but it's rarely well hung.
That's why a man's like a curtain.
Why is a gong like a woman? Why is a gong like a woman?
There's no end to the noise once you've banged it, me boys.
That's why a gong's like a woman.
Why is a man like asparagus? Why is a man like asparagus?
It's long, firm and sweet, but it droops in the heat.
That's why a man's like asparagus.
Why are we ending this song now? Why are we ending this song now?
If the full truth be known, we would all sleep alone.
That's why we're ending this song now.