Jane Alone and someone else

Set out across the lawn

After the rabbit Frank

With gloves they'd brought along

And underneath the stupid moon

Impaled upon their prank

Jane Alone and someone else

Made a mess of Frank

His hand was where his nose should be

His head stuck up his ass

He walked on one leg naturally

And watched the bipeds pass

So now and then when lost friends call

To recount the past

Frank forgets cause he came too late

And love's run out of gas

And love's run out of gas