What Deaner Was Talkin' About - Ween

The wash is out, it’s hanging up

And all I have is nothing

Nothing to do, nothing to say

I think I must be dreaming

The sun comes up and I’m all washed out

Is this what Deaner was talkin' about?

I don’t think I will ever return again, my friend

If I was king, I’d wear a ring

And never hurt my people

I’d stay alert and dressed to kill

I might even slip you something

The sun comes up and I’m all washed out

Is this what Deaner was talkin' about?

I don’t think I will ever return again, my friend

The sun comes up and now I’m all washed out

Is this what Deaner was talkin' about?

I do not think I will ever return again, my friend

I do not think I will ever return again, my friend

I do not think I will ever return again, my friend