A ghost came over in my sleep to tell me That I should find you I should find you Oh, but I won't pick flowers From another man's garden Even if I tried to If I tried to The executioner is wearing lipstick The secretary is deluxe as all The president is blind and in a wheelchair But the show is going on Oh it's daisies when you sing that song I really don't know what to say I gotta look away I gotta look away I feel wrong, I'm gettin' dragged along I really don't know what to say You ought to go away You ought to go away, yeah, oh ♪ The store next door is smokin', it's on fire Children take their turns to point and scream And there's a picture of myself hung on a billboard: "Have you seen this man?" Oh it's daisies when you sing that song I really don't know what to say I gotta look away I gotta look away I feel wrong, I'm gettin' dragged along I really don't know what to say You ought to go away You ought to go away