I've come to see your hanging post
The thing, which I simply love the most
Travelled the other side of the world to see it
Oh, well ok and maybe the cleavage of your tit
But the old hanging post out of town
Is where you'll drive me in your nightgown
We can get lost in the countryside driving around
Get tired and sleep together on the ground
The old hanging post
Is where I am told I'll see a ghost
Hear the voices of the dead
Telling us to make love in bed
I'm sure you'll be the perfect host
After I have seen that hanging post